Father of lies, it's burning Another reward... I try the grand of Satan That will remedy every mistake I gibe the white, that would remedy every mistake
You are my virtuous whore, My only costly courtesan But I remain a slave of yours, So weakly at your side. I acclaim you with honor and pride that be
Her eyes so pale witness of beauty Innocence and weakness The virtue of perfection Flawless to embellish this valued sacrifice To every illiberal oppressor
Only dark, and winter is cold Smells like blood upon the blackened snow Countless height and ancient sea Demons are the witness and their cruelty Futile
Prison is what I see as a prison cell This seems so cold My absinthe is all My soleness and my second soul Dark anise scent ruining my day Prison seems
Alone as I sigh I remember you No reason to lie you were the only way... Forever and eternally I reflect the putrefied recommend... Wistful am I? The
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