Vitus Rites
Devils dancing in blank darknessChanting, brewing fields of rye and rue
Smiling baldly at sheer madness
Panting backwards codes of dye and blue
Clouds forming overhead, demons fall like rain
Waking up living dead, kill us all again
Devils dancing in blank darkness
Smiling baldly at sheer madness
Just a wink at crime time to ignore
Nothing much to matter anymore
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-05-11 at 01:06
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