And the imps are praying
for the angels to fall.
And the sinners are laughing,
their backs to the wall.
And the air is pulsing
with a deep dark need.
As the magic weaves black,
you fall to your knees.
And your body is jerking,
its rhythm unknown.
You feel the Devil laughing
as you're cut to the bone.
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