| Washes over in waves of excess
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| Struck from a purely angelic medium
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| With a voice that makes the soul go numb
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| A complexion white as ivory’s glow
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| Flawless locks that dance and fucking flow
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| An incandescent gaze that topples men
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| The jeweled eyed jilter gleams again
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| Softly sing the vales of perfection
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| Masters of illusion and misdirection
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| Like chasing dreams never caught before
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| To conquer wisdom never brought ashore
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| Jealous was the sun that day
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| To be outshined in every way
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| Beauty one cannot comprehend
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| This is where victory is penned
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| Their magic goes without question
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| And quickly turns into obsession
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| Glorious battles won on sea and ground
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| Yet this triumph’s far more profound
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| There’s more here than meets the eye
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| Beneath her glistening shell, lay lies
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| Unfortunate events draw near
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| As tragedy blazes new frontiers
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| The clouded mist of a midnight tryst
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| Billows forth in the lovers' midst
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| Emotions pinned against a wall
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| Buoyed hopes are sure to fall
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| Heirlooms scattered amongst a room
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| Decaying blooms construct her tomb
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| Communication falters fast
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| Nonimmune to every spell she casts
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| The water runs red with malice
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| Let us furnish our floating palace
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| With the carrions of so-called «friends»
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| This is where victory is penned
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| To expect nil and be just rewarded
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| In a place where goddesses are courted
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| Deserves a victory lap sailed 'round the world
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| And still-beating hearts of every goetic girl
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| She is the sober intoxication
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| Of a pointless destination
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| A tangible personification
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| Of a fiery misinterpretation
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| Peal away her finest lineaments
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| What remains is euphonic torment
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| Know that barking up her ember’s tree
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| Will be only furthered into a memory
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| Broken traces of disgrace
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| Brings new meaning to this place
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| Vibes in the minds that will not mend
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| This is where victory is penned |