Unholy

I told myself I'd never come to these woods again
Now this dreadful hag has the only thing I've loved
The head of god is means nothing here
I can feel Lucifer's gripped tightening around my throat
Would it be ignorant for me to tell you that I adore this dark presence over me?

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