Mericful Torture

We are the last in line of dying whores,
To laugh in sin and die in darkened smelts,
The hardest rhymes for the hardest cores,
The metal of man and flames of hell melts.
We will maintain sanity in the necro-chaos,
for the soul is empty as the vase.

by Jeffrey Aldrich

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