Midnight Prayers

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They crawl up from decrepit lairs,

to usher their midnight prayers.


Plumes of black clouds torture the morning skies,

heretics slither from abyssal holes.

In terrible prayers the world is baptised,

something wicked comes over their souls.


The devils of old are here,

unleashing guttural howls for the wicked to endear.


In a storm of ashen black flames,

they dance like mad acolytes.

Possessed by vengeful spirits, they are freed from the chains of shame,

in the memories of forgotten realms they haunt the night.


Sacrilege poisons the world,

tonight, evil unfurls.

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