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Only the most

indomitable minds dare to

look upon the malevolent thoughts

and forbidden secrets bound herein. This

corrupt tome is filled with deplorable wisdom,

malignant ideas, and descriptions of creatures, rites,

and practices most foul. Evil permeates every word

and image inscribed within it.

 

-ORCUS, DEMON PRINCE OF THE UNDEAD-

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AS MY FANGES GROW LONGER AND LONGER

MY BACK ARCS IN AGONY

THAT BITE YOU GAVE

ITS TURNING ME

TURNING ME INTO SOMETHING

NOT ALIVE

NOT DEAD

NEVER HUNGRY

NEVER FED

DRIP DRIP DRIP THE VENOMN IN MY FANG GOES

AS THE BITE BREAKS YOUR SKIN

MY HEARD STILL KNOWS

MY SOUL IS GONE NOW

FOREVER LOST IN THE SHALLOWS OF MY MIND

AHHH IM LOOSING IT

PLEASE LORD

HELP ME FIND

THAT WHICH ONCE WAST LOST

NOW WILL NEVER BE FOUND

LOST AS IT IS.

Dont like my stuff.
To damn bad.
Just dont try to jack none of it.