| Where does the madness end?
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| How far down do the rungs expire
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| In smoke and burning heat?
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| In depravity and sin?
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| In her shocking retinue
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| I saw the worst
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| Desire run amok amongst you
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| And in her boudoir too
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| The endless nights embedded
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| In her beautiful cocoon
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| Turning black and blue and jaded
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| Kneelin at her feet
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| My heart atrophied at her ravishing form
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| The ultimate test
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| Her cult obsessed
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| With this body of the Goddess reborn
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| When she first laid me to rest
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| I saw such sights of wickedness
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| From this harlot on a pedestal
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| This scarlet Woman scorned
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| I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame
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| The tribes of the moon. |
| their lustre improved
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| A morbid aversion to the limpid domain
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| Of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved
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| I witnessed reverie then
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| Perverse resurgence, souls on fire
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| Blood and seed spilt for centuries
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| For this imperious bitch
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| In her shocking retinue
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| I saw the worst
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| Desire run amok amongst you
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| A gnawer of taboo
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| Dread appetites were threaded
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| Right throughout the mortal zoo
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| Her immortality now hungered
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| I remember, in Thebes
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| Enthroned with cat-skinned girls
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| Her long dark hair braided with pearls
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| A red gown split revealed her thighs
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| As full lips rose to feline eyes
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| Egyptian black outlined each lid
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| It’s clear who owned the pyramid
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| Temptress Lilith
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| Her beauty stirred me more than words
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| Could ever paint, her bible hurt
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| Tempered Lilith
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| Hissing in the dark
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| Pissing on my heart
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| I was missing every part of Victoria
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| Victoria
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| I found them hypnotic, the years of display
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| Of court life and parties, political bite
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| Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees
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| Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night
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| The scheme of the night
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| But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth
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| For now she was spinning her sins
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| Breeding fell children and hiding her worth
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| Before the new orders disorder begins
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| Feeding from the weak
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| Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust
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| Evening-dressed
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| This young Countess
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| Led lovers astray under cover of dusk
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| When she took them to her breast
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| They passed last rites, deliciousness
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| Swept into their every pore
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| This matriarch of darkness bored
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| Harlot on a pedestal
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| The night orchestral
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| Harlot on a pedestal
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| Never vestal… |