Jaded Woodland

Jaded woodland and the freshest of air,
The pulsating mass stands in an erondus square,
Demons aloft swoop to answer the call,
Our victims scream as they’re clawed and malled.

The virgins body hangs and makes no sound,
Her throat is cut and blood’s dripping down,
Maggots in her mouth, feeding on her gut,
Wolves at her feet, chewing on her foot.

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