Skull's ablaze,
he wears a hollow gaze,
he recites each phrase
from the Bible to praise,
a lot of secrets uncased,
mixed languages in essays,
prayers per days,
or was it all a phase?
He joined in the craze,
like violence in x-rays,
blood and rage and slays,
lot of arterial sprays,
those were the dog days,
for our brother X.
Penance stare,
always be fair,
because what he does is care,
vengeance is never square,
so nothing but flair,
is what he will wear,
a smile you should beware,
a flame can't compare,
but do not despair,
he'll cleanse the nightmare,
with the lord's prayer,
for he is not threadbare.
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