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A promise to be broken

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Brimstone burns around me
As the flames lick at my hands
The ground is parting soundly
And the screams turn into chants
Deeper I am falling
As deep as one can go
But up or down or good or bad
I surely do not know
One could say this God of ruin
Is evil as he seems
But he keeps makings promises
He says I'll have a queen



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