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Beth

A darkness flashed before my eyes 

And ears picked up on morbid cries 

A pain no one should visualise 

In purgatory\'s grip 

 

Creatures with breath of putrid gas 

Are meeting up for Sunday mass

They threw me on a bed of glass 

And put me on a drip 

 

The fire provided for my heat 

Has flames lick at my face and feet 

A tender human joint of meat 

Juiced by the lashing whip 

 

They swear I\'ll make a tasty dish 

The dark lord grants their every wish

They nibble like piranha fish

No teasing just a strip

 

She showed her face her name was Beth

Personifying crystal meth

I saw her scare a ghost to death 

Her kiss is on my lip