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S, S, S, Succumb to this slicker genesis |
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The serpentine wish of a decadent stranger |
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This fixed insistence from a twisted out-of-mind |
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Succumb to this |
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He is scum to his kind |
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Slumming with the cast |
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Of his vast Imaginarium |
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Darkness come refined |
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Succumb to this wicked nemesis |
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The paralysis of hissing imminent danger |
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His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design |
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Numb with bliss, licked of menaces |
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This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger |
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Is never distant from unresistent sides |
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Succumb to this |
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He will promise the earth |
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Laughing with the grasp |
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Of all past denominations |
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A master of rebirth |
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Flee demon flee |
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I cast thee out with the power invested |
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Please leave me be |
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My heart is a biblical wreck |
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Cease and just see |
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I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested |
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Increasing fantasies |
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With a wave of my hand |
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And high tides of turning freed |
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From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania |
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Beauty swoons in caresses of nature |
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Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her |
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The taste of heaven for endeavoring Men |
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To a greater measure of temptation's folly |
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Lo! the splendour of the throne |
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The feasting thread of best harvests |
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Picked clean off the bone |
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The shining kingdoms |
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Blent against red sunset skies |
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And everywhere the scent of better wonders |
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Set desires to fiery rise |
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Tonight |
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All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me |
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A Cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife |
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For my Prince holds a divine right |
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Enlightened with the glorious |
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Blind faith falls for the First Seduction |
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Induction into halls of shame |
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With classic joys and fresh allures |
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Life leads fantastic overtures |
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Indulge, only the coy abjure |
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This orgiastic ride |
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Sigh! |
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His smile's just a laceration |
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With a fascination for the massing dark side |
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And he means war... |
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Succumb to this wicked nemesis |
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The paralysis of hissing imminent danger |
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His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design |
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Numb with bliss, licked of menaces |
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This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger |
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Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize |
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Succumb to this |
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He will show you miracles |
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Building on the fast |
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Iconoclastic innovations |
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Growing empirical |
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Succumb to this |
