Ghost in the shellA Poem by DiabolicalbeardI am the ghost that consume
French crowns fall on the crowd
triumphs in the sand martyrs in the ground provoking templars with the engine of barons ghost in the shell with armed Syrians sword on the back of a tyranny turtle black magic i manifest a portal dancing eyelids and blood eyeliner i whisper to demons with a cigarette in the recliner mom i bleed in a pool as pharaohs conquest i was knighted in a ceremony with a kamikaze contest smoke from the lips of witches that summon me from the casket underneath a Masonic lodge. alchemy and ceremonial magic the publc blindly dodge © 2019 DiabolicalbeardReviews
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