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Like a ruined shell

day crumbles to night

and life crumbles to death.

Cries from deep in Hell,

sounding all plight

and with demon's breath.



Like a ruined shell,

some speech is harsh

and some speech is soft.

Sounds of knowledge swell,

from low in the marsh

to high in the loft.



Like a ruined shell,

it's ashes to ashes

and dust to dust.

All demon girls to Hell

to bat their pretty lashes

and slay all men on earth with lust.