*From fiery depths, we conjure forth, The Lords of Hell, to curse and scorch, The Maple Leafs, their fans, their dreams, All drowned in suffering’s streams.*
*Asmodeus, lord of strife, He sows discord, cleaving ties, Families, friends, in anguish split, Fans united no more, a rift.*
*Beelzebub, the Fly King’s reign, He sends forth plagues upon their name, Their jerseys cursed, their pride in tatters, No joy for fans, only sadness matters.*
*Leviathan, the serpent vast, Their hope and faith, he doth amass, Devouring dreams, their spirits crushing, In pools of tears, the fans are thrashing.*
*Belphegor, the Sloth King’s bane, To sluggish hearts, he leaves his stain, Inertia grips, no cheers to rise, Leafs fans can’t bear to watch their prize.*
*Lilith, night’s seductress grim, She steals away the fans’ sweet hymns, Their chants and roars, she turns to whispers, Their passion wanes, no warmth to blister.*
*Infernal lords, combine your might, Forge the curse, ignite the blight, Leafs fans in misery, they shall dwell, Their game seven loss, a tale to tell.*
*Hear our plea, these chants infernal, Let Leafs fans face an end eternal, Game seven lost, a fate foretold, In sorrow’s grip, their hearts enfold.*
hellarios852
I specifically and politely requested that you didn’t do this.
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*From fiery depths, we conjure forth, The Lords of Hell, to curse and scorch, The Maple Leafs, their fans, their dreams, All drowned in suffering’s streams.*
*Asmodeus, lord of strife, He sows discord, cleaving ties, Families, friends, in anguish split, Fans united no more, a rift.*
*Beelzebub, the Fly King’s reign, He sends forth plagues upon their name, Their jerseys cursed, their pride in tatters, No joy for fans, only sadness matters.*
*Leviathan, the serpent vast, Their hope and faith, he doth amass, Devouring dreams, their spirits crushing, In pools of tears, the fans are thrashing.*
*Belphegor, the Sloth King’s bane, To sluggish hearts, he leaves his stain, Inertia grips, no cheers to rise, Leafs fans can’t bear to watch their prize.*
*Lilith, night’s seductress grim, She steals away the fans’ sweet hymns, Their chants and roars, she turns to whispers, Their passion wanes, no warmth to blister.*
*Infernal lords, combine your might, Forge the curse, ignite the blight, Leafs fans in misery, they shall dwell, Their game seven loss, a tale to tell.*
*Hear our plea, these chants infernal, Let Leafs fans face an end eternal, Game seven lost, a fate foretold, In sorrow’s grip, their hearts enfold.*
I specifically and politely requested that you didn’t do this.
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