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Tick, tock
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Poems Tick,tock
One half hour before i knock
Upon death's door decay,
Over the sacred alter i will slay.
Burning blood within the chalice,
Whithin my head a darkened malice.
Monotheists call forth a crime,
Altered states for me, sublime.
Tick,tock
Grasp the hammer and break the rock.
Which upon this earth, my whithered body lie.
As the rage and fears crawl, tear, and pry.
To the burning door where the virgin goddess cry.
And upon this, my knife of Kris,
Unto the beating heart, shall not miss.
And unto me they will submit.
For with the dark fate of death be a kiss; only a kiss,
To the dark angels knife of Kris
