The time has come
this man shall be gone.
He ruined my reputation,
mother still wanders without salvation,
I must avenge Mother Nature's future daughters,
and cleanse the spoiled blood with holy water.
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Pastor Light's room is black and dense,
very much like a tide's suspense.
The current shall trap my serpent kin,
my food, lineage, and purpose.
I sneak my way unheard and unseen,
my lair awaits him silently.
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I wait in the corner, cold and still.
Time cannot bend my will.
No telling-time where I now reside,
I will tarnish his pride.
He will rebirth as my prey,
a prisoner to the serpent's day.
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Halloween night it is,
midnight ----
An unholy day,
the village dare not celebrate.
My feast, my fire, my masked parade—
a reckoning where debts are paid.
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My innocence was destroyed on Jesus's day,
where they burned mother and me away.
The Creep practiced divine fraud,
They claimed we danced with the devil, not God.
We were possessed by the devil and needed to be cleansed:
Pastor Light shall reach his end.
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The creaks and whispers claw his head;
his devil's charm begins to shred.
He tosses and turns,
His fear returns,
he feels me here:
"Looney Meek, are ya near?"
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He stares my way ------
a figure he tries to trace,
making out my new face.
The air is colder, dread has grown,
like a blanket that keeps one warm.
He is now now my bait:
he met the hour, he reached his fate.
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I raise my staff, and magical colors whirl
dark magic swirls,
my new countenance --- it makes him shake,
his victory mask begins to break.
He begs that I forgive him,
hatred fuels the curse bestowed upon him.
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Every breath dissolved his screams,
burnt skin and death coiled deep.
Dark magic dances, wild and raw,
My face is the last he saw.
I washed out his screams,
no one will hear his agony!
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"Welcome to The Sheep Keep,
Pastor Light,
no day or night!
just a fairytale nightmare gone right.
Burn and Weep
You Foul-Blooded Sheep!"