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The Pentacle Star

Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans
With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death

Not willing to hear pathetic please for life

Thought it all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade
To raise the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot flesh

Not willing to hear pathetic please for life

Strategically placed mutilation - he shall the complete the pentacle circle
He’s never been caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled

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