Spiritual

Dark alleys fill thein infrastructures. 
Puss congested sewers writh unseen within thein hearts. 
Black Bats get piked up against your walls, 
Crucified by their thirst: 
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 A cloaked figure stands hunched over his Bin of inferno. 
 The old begger of souls bids you closer with a hinting hand. 
 He has no eyes, there's something he's frying... 
 He's preparing sustenance over his spirited blaze. 
 You're eager in your approach to find 
 A crimson universe containing bats as phoenix's rizing 
 Like shimmering undead dragons from cold crypts breaking. 
 The crucified blind you, 
 But then the begger fatherly scratches out your eyes. 
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|| He speaks || 
"At long last you can see, sinner, 
 The world is full of lies... 
 The Beast master holds the only truth, 
 Yet, you ignore Him,why? 
 Brother, our curiosity is our demise. 
 We blind each other... 
 Alas, now you must die." 
:-(

Beast Master