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The Devil howls caress their forms

Smooth white limbs lingering

No gods amongst the wilderness

Stretching crookedly

Upheaval of pallid flesh

To the skies

Midnight fires rage

Abhor the light

Poised to strike

Strangle drown

While ghostly alabaster deformations writhe

Beneath the murky water’s surface, eyes

Re-emerge from the dark crooked caves and strike

I have arrived

In the depths of this world

I gasp for life

From the jaws as a revenant