Circle
Draw the circle dear friend
Do not be afraid
You have an obligation to do this
It is important that you carry it forth without question
Without wonder
Without any sense of indignation for what you are about to do
Draw forth the knife
From under your cloak
And bring it to the alter
For nothing can save them now
Nothing can cure the screams
They are beyond all recognition
Beyond all sense of sanity
It is in our hands now
Our blood stained hands
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