One with the cult

by Unknowntous   Feb 5, 2013


One with the cult
Burn you down until your one of us
Control your spine and your movement and your blood
Feel you shiver from the cold
Brushed by the cult
Of the rising poison
Feel your heart being ripped from your grasps of touch freeze until your one of us
One of the cult!

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