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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...