Addiction to powers of darkness
To lift failing fortunes from the rashness
Into which myopia ensnares
The success we covet and its wares
Imprisoning our minds
Tearing to pieces the blinds
Behind which we hide
When our future we deride
If we can't abide by norms of fair play
In the way we misuse our power to waylay
Street vendors, peddlers and hawkers
Who we metamorphose into streetwalkers
Sucking their blood to heighten the power
For which we long no matter how much we deflower
The welfare of victims we sacrifice
To altars of darkness where victims pay the price
Through the bloodshed
We catalyze in the shed
Where fetish charms
Swim on our arms
Demanding more blood
In an ever increasing flood
Until our own lives charms eat
As we metamorphose into morsels of meat.
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