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  Said Satan to Karras the twenty-third time

“DON’T EVEN FUCKING TRY, THIS SOW IS MINE!!!”

It was all over when Merrin arrived

Regan was taken, and Karras had already dived-

Through a window, defenestrated by a demon in glee

The demon went out when he fell to his knees

As they said his last rights on that night died a priest

And the demon searched for a child, and IT FOUND ME!!!



As I slay me down to weep

I stray from the lord my soul not to keep

And if I should wake before I die

I pray that the lord should burn out my eyes



Tear out my throat so that I cannot gloat

While he reads me the twenty third psalm

In his palms he holds twenty three locks of my hair

And the flare in my heart has gone out with no despair



From the day that I fell from grace

I’ve been spinning and turning around in this place

Brewing in hatred since I was a child

All the while, pleading with God for my soul to erase…