Since time began, so they have been
The Son's of God do walk the earth
Building crosses and flaying akin
A strife to kill all heaven's birth
Pushed by fear, they do his bidding
His desire to do us harm prevails
There is a Hell, and I'm not kidding
A place where pain and fire avail
They always remind us of our death
This soft type of torture results
A love so cold we can see our breath
It pushes thoughts from the occult
Living without fear is the dream
But the succubus feed on our despair
They will keep us scared, it seems
So they have food for their affair
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