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angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
demons speak of the many forms I manifest
endless cycles of malice, rape, and corruption
god puts me in a hole to prevent further disruption
Guide that inspired this poem:
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
demons speak of the many forms I manifest
endless cycles of malice, rape, and corruption
god puts me in a hole to prevent further disruption
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