Lest the last line aligns right to left, it is the devil's rite, we're left for dead!
Engrossed in the satanic circles of unholy verses in a pentagram's thread
For there'll be a day when our headstone's epitaph's only read by ravens
Then we'll know Heaven is the pyre, or muddy hole, of Luciferian pagans
Fires will burn, below the void above, burning words not etched in stone
Obituaries will die in the inferno, like the ash and dust of cremated bone
Razed to Hades our incinerated souls will be blessed by the devil's words
Damned by him forever, though all together, languishing in haunted herds
Every righteous passage prescribed, is of subterranean dark incantations
And as we seek salvation, we know it is our wishful thinking's inclinations
Dear gods in Heaven, I'll read your spurious scriptures in purgatory's cell
!lleH ot emoclew ,etir s'lived eht si ti ,thgir ot tfel setirw ohw eno ma I roF
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