Depraved Descent

Low I kneel to the Lord above,
My prayer through the sky like a morning dove,

Do not ever pray to the Devil underground,
Cut up and burnt your body be found,

All he wants is for you to be dead,
End up in Hell burning instead,

My God is powerful, both noble and wise,
In a magical dream he is watching you in disguise,

Then you sense what shouldn't be
Demons move where Angels should be...

You then plea for help with heart submission,
Angels then come with their intuition,

To defeat the Demon's in this unholy land,
Then you see a child play in the sand,

We won the Demon's with an Angelic verse,
Now "ride me" says a winged unicorn, and we shall travel the universe.

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