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Apocalyptic Angels

Sometimes things cross over into our world from Hell...

Red as blood,
Dark as night. 
Scream you may, 
Run you might.

Walk in the forest 
With a cross in your pocket.
Walk in the streets 
With a blood filled locket.

Crimson and charcoal,
Shades of pure evil. 
Red are our eyes, 
The mark of the Devil.

We praise evil,
With demons we stroll. 
We live life
Without any soul.

Know us, 
And know us well. 
For we are the honored
Dwellers of Hell.

We seek one thing
And that is your blood. 
This world of yours
Will soon drown in the flood.

But don't be confused,
Don't be blind,
We will never be
Slaves to mankind.

Your blood won't be spilt
Not a drop we will waste. 
Our hunger growing
As we crave for a taste.

So don't be shy,
Come give us a kiss. 
Let us introduce ourselves;
Ivory, Poison and Bliss.

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