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Remember Kids, Satan Loves You

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One day my parents were about to go out for a drive
Satan appeared and said, “one of you must die”

He performed some witchery with his hands
Said something foreign that my parents didn’t understand

That night my mother saw something as she undressed
Lucifer’s mark was burned upon her breast

The next day my father was relaxing in the tub
A creature flew in the window, named Beelzebub

Satan arrives in many forms
Not just a man with red devil horns

The creature brought in a recipe for maple walnut fudge
The ingredients were baby embryos and ocean filled sludge

My mother was forced to bake and had to eat what she made
She became violently ill, my father started to prey

The next day she served curdled milk and burnt toast
My father became sick, he was as white as a ghost

Within a week they began to recover
My father looked ok, but not so much my mother

She looked possessed, hypnotized and acted strange
Mom created dolls of her neighbors, boy she was acting deranged

She stuck them full of tacks and pins
They experienced frightful pains, beneath their skin

They all died one day at a time
Lucifer laughed, no one was charged with a crime

Next he encouraged mom to murder dad
She began to ridicule him, saying he’s pathetic & sad

The next day dad was outside praying near the pool
She came up behind him and did something real cruel

Mom pushed him into the pool as he smacked his head
She electrocuted his ass, now he’s pronounced dead

Mom had no clue what she was in for next
Satan removed the ongoing hex

She snapped out of it, realized what she has done
She let out a scream, she was also pregnant with a son

On the 6th day of June in the year 06
A son was born, underneath the inverted crucifix

As soon as mom gave birth, Satan pulled her by the hair
Through the roof they went, into his lair

The end had come, and this was it
Lucifer dropped her into the flaming pit

I miss my mom, her life was once filled with glee
The son she had with Satan, is no other then me

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    1. Wait, I’m talking to the anti-Christ? You need to get your number changed. I know a guy…
      Moral of the story is close the damn window when you’re taking a bath and don’t accept recipes from creatures.

      I actually thought fast food was a bad idea until I read this…

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