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Woe to ye, Oh Earth and Sea for the shimmers of morning light has sent me. Upon the amber vines the mightiest of thorns arose, capturing the frailty of innocence. An intensity of domination wrapped in velveteen. I pass upon the garden of Orchids and Lilies the scents of the heavens upon my lips, luscious sweetness of mother’s maiden fields. With bounties I collect nectar and wine to bring forth to the angels awaiting their subliminal steps through an ancient time. Cometh to me O adorned one who carries with thee the razor-sharp gallant of blade. Engulf thy harmony of stealth and victory to the crown of your nobility, Swollen the descent of crimson divine from virtuous the common herd. Appease thy senses, bring forth the infernal flavor of civilization from beginning to end a wrath only a demon can own. Yoke the loins of my appraisal to the depths of thy mystic soul. For through my pleasure I sternly giveth thy intensity of Thunder. A thunder of fury, commencing a shadowy, sinister blur encasing the magi’s monarchy. Emerging is my chariot black as pitch from a entrance of this haziness that hath brought altogether the Guardian Angels to my gathering place of passion.
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Astaroth Written By Rev SC Raven Copyright 2003 ©
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