into the darkest forrest they godressed in blackdressed in coatswomen of evil lustunholy congregationat the darkest hourtheir torches they lightwitches hourinfernal silencethey wait before the altarchanting invocationin a blaze of fire he standssome horrid shape of a goateach of them pay his hommageosculum obscenumwhite skin freezing in the moonshinedance in a circle, wait for turnwine like black clotted blooddrink!!!
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