+ Satanic Spongeblood Poem +

Winter evening killed the daylight.
Terror filled my neighbourhood.
I'm preparing my sharp knife now
and put on my head black hood.

I lurk there, behind an old tree,
which have seen a lot of deaths.
Looming from the dark suddenly
I take souls to dark dark depths.

Bloody wave have washed the city
from all goodness and all hope.
Broken Christ fell into madness,
puting on his neck death's rope.

Murder's wave have washed my home town
and I washed my hands from bloods.
Jesus from the black branch hangs down
and I'm watching as he bobs.

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