The Reaper he leaves the Goat's abode
His horse he mounted and off he rode
In search of the Angel, she who's Broken
His dormant desires have recently woken

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Her murderous spree has aroused his lust
Death and destruction lay trail in his dust
The Broken Angel is no easy catch
For her hellish soul few can match

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If these two entities ever unite
They'll set this septic world alight
Two matches colliding at the pyres
Starting an inferno of evil fires

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Could mortal souls suffer as religion crashes
And a depraved new world rises from the ashes
The Broken Angel senses The Reaper's twisted lust
As cracks appear in the earth's fragile crust

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She can't remember the last time her heart beat
For many years she's been incomplete 
Spreading The Goat's narrative of vengeful hate
While delivering souls to his hellish gate

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The Reaper is closing on his Angel of Hell
Hoping to form a murderous cartel
Her wings tremble in deathly anticipation 
Could this be the end of human civilisation

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© AS May 2020