chemical torches restricted
our minds and hearts
a black soul addicted
to empty handed arts
serene moonlight
the dark enfilade
no telling wrong from right
fall of the axe blade
save me from the logic
-x-
our glorious imperfection
sacred number six
mechanical satisfaction
twisted sin's beginning
ebb and flow of a red tide
metal blades ringing
as our man dies inside
in the rain of a thousand flames
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