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Doth ye throstle sing with more glee at daybreak then at twiligth?





This Malignant Masquerade was invoked under Torture by Candlelight
and Vexed to Perfection from the Penumbral Lunar Eclipse of
November to the first Full Moon of February.
Buried in this Grave of Scorched Earth Erotica you
will find Litanies of Damnation, Death and the Darkly Erotic.



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whose twisted art has ewoken this nightmare...







GATHER THY BLAME AND FLATTERY AND THROW IT INTO MY FACE
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