| The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.
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| Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm
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| Wearing sharp shards, stolen from scattered, broken
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| mirrors,
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| as a cloak to cover me…
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| My strange images nest as birds to the hearts of men
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| And as birds fly away, taking their thoughts into
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| oblivion Disintegrating the elemental bonds,
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| I obtain the rapture of the chameleon.
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| When I become enraged
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| with the frenzy of a wolf on the hunt,
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| I am the most cherished child of fear.
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| Armed with fangs deadly like daggers,
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| I am an adept on the skills of murder
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| I am a shape shifter.
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| On the ruins of a ghostly projection echoes the lust
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| for life
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| An ancient purgatory for the sinister
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| Shape Shifter…
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| The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.
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| Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm.
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| Wearing sharp shards, stolen from scattered, broken
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| mirrors,
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| as a cloak to cover me… |