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Hear Me now |
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All crimes should be treasured |
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If they bring thee pleasure somehow |
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Maleficent in dusky rose |
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Gathered satin lapped her breasts |
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Like blood upon the snow |
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A tourniquet of Topaz |
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Glistened at her throat |
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Awakening, pulled from the tomb |
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Her spirit freed eclipsed the Moon |
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That she outshone as a fallen star |
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A regal ornament from a far flung nebular |
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Her likeness hung in the black gallery |
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Commanding unease |
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Demanding of death to breathe |
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Midst the whirl and daylight fauna |
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Of society at court |
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Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause |
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Though her torchlit shadow |
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Thrown upon damp cellar walls |
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Greeted nothing but despair |
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From slaves her nights enthralled |
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Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path |
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That the dark had marked its dominion |
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Spaying the confessor whose caresses she'd known |
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As whipcord in the house of dog |
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(her cold cunt meat on holy bone) |
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Raped of faith |
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She now embraced |
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The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face |
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With this disdain, inside these veins |
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Highborn wanton that she was |
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She sought to keep what age would claim |
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Her soul was sold and for this toll |
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Reeking pyres ever smouldered |
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On the whims of one so in control |
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Elizabeth, mysterious |
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Cruelty brought thee orchids |
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From the bowels of the Abyss |
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Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries |
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And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs |
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Exhumed by scrying eyes |
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Madness came upon her |
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Like an amourous lover's seed |
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Lifesblood splashed upon her skin |
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In gouts torture unleashed |
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And to her dead reflection |
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'Twas as if her pallor gleamed |
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Like an Angel's warmed by candles |
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Where erotic stains had cleaved |
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So demons dragged this libertine |
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Lusts screaming for release |
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Upon the flesh of maidens preened |
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As canvas for caprice |
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Exacting obeisance |
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Her gaze held a seance |
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Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune |
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A sleeter mistress than Luna |
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Whose threats to consume her |
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Met with torments giving vent to her swoon |
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Flat on her back |
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Pack-prey for the reams |
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Of verses and curses |
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That haunted her dreams |
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Midnightmare chimed |
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Thirteen in her mind |
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A disciple of scars |
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Branded years hissed behind |
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Ridden split-thighed |
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By the Father of lies |
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An ovation of wolves |
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Blushed the skies as they writhed |
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But Heaven is never forever |
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She came, a spent storm |
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From the clouds |
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Leaving serpents in office |
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Inside every gate |
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To lick righteous holes |
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Blinding Lords to the fate |
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Of virgins forced naked |
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To defile on bent knees |
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Hacked and racked backwards |
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Menses choking their pleas |
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More, whore, more |
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Twitching make me wet with thee |
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Carcass rub me raw |
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And to her dead reflection |
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Twas as if her pallor gleamed |
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Like an Angel's warmed by candles |
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Where erotic stains had cleaved |
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So demons dragged this libertine |
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Lusts screaming for release |
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Upon the flesh of maidens preened |
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As canvas for caprice |
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Raped of faith, she now embraced |
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The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face |
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With this disdain, inside these veins |
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Highborn wanton that she was |
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She sought to keep what age would claim |
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Her soul was sold and for this toll |
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Reeking pyres ever smouldered |
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On the whims of one so in control |
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Elizabeth, mysterious. |
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Cruelty brought thee orchids |
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From the bowels of the Abyss |
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From the bowels of the Abyss |