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Heed my mark; we live to serve this cause.
Despite all your resistance, all your fighting, we have you anyways.
Dear children,
Get behind me, Satan.
Overwhelmed by the growling darkness, you return to your basic instincts.
There is no escape from the epidemic.
The black bile of Beelzebub was introduced into our bloodstreams.
His growing flock of harmonious human hosts
congregates at the eleventh hour.
This coming storm grows with prolonged exposure.
The hold - Pieces of you form me.
Cast out.
Cast out the cravings to the slime that holds your strings,
and gather your light, organized, for there is strength in numbers.
Collected, you can fight your own abduction. Expel all hell’s temptation with all the support.
No, you will remain in this catatonic state, next to hell’s gate,
where our agents keep tabs on your visitations.
You are a spy for our damnation.
The merge will be complete.
Paranoid, possessions are at your doorstep.
Beware, for the armies are families in your cul-de-sacs.
We are communities lurking behind the shroud of skin, which snakes can shed.
A dimension no longer barricaded bonds with your molecules.
Burn the sage, and bless the good works.
We have you anyways.
Lines are crossed. Torment controls this realm now.
We can’t remember when we gave in.
We are emboldened to the bond.
They’re chosen; get behind, Satan.
There is no escape from this epidemic.
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