Intp-t (Dark Rituals)

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Mirror, mirror one's closest friend
Shadow and plane becomes you
Greedy eyes, grasping hands
Delight bleeding rapid to venom
Spitting upon intruders of this
This one hallowed moment
Hallow hours, hollow era
Connecting with and within trance
Giving oneself up completely
To a consolation prize

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