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Last night I could not sleep.
I pulled off all my clothes, and sacrificed a chicken to Jobu.
I smeared the blood on my naked body.
I fired up the forge and branded runic prayers on my chest and scrotum.
I danced in the pale moonlight.
I forged a wicked blade.
My feet grew into cloven hooves.
At the height of the eclipse, I quenched the blade by plunging it deep into the chest of a virgin.
All because of that big shiny silver dollar in the night sky.
I pulled off all my clothes, and sacrificed a chicken to Jobu.
I smeared the blood on my naked body.
I fired up the forge and branded runic prayers on my chest and scrotum.
I danced in the pale moonlight.
I forged a wicked blade.
My feet grew into cloven hooves.
At the height of the eclipse, I quenched the blade by plunging it deep into the chest of a virgin.
All because of that big shiny silver dollar in the night sky.