.We are the blackest of the bastards.
Our fathers are our gods.
We smile like our creator as she tears out her septic heart.
The trigger is seducing this poor pathetic will.
Flesh will spill the ink as time prepares to kill.
We are the princes of filth wearing the earth as a thron.
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