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Two spider eyes and a dead man’s leg
Bootleg blood aging in a skin keg
Frost hex and secret anthropomancy
Scream this spell into the sky like a banshee:
I am one with the atom bomb
I am one with the brimstone’s song
Being one with the plasma hounds
Being one with the pagan sound
I feel like a hellion