| I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
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| for a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
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| under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery
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| an erection juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken sunday pleats
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| the coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
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| but I dare know what lies underneath
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| two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead
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| whose dream turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds
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| how pathetically I broke her like a doll of porcelain
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| I found her primed for a raping that could never be
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| in wanton fallacy the temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me
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| her silhouette an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast
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| «A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won’t come
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| true.»
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| than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending that’s
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| stolen her breath
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| dead and famous at last she’s made it
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| her mangled face
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| haunting shameless
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| the death of peace
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| endarkened times
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| crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
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| the headlines read «Young Starlet --- Dead!»
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| drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
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| sodomized
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| defeminized
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| silent the victor
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| vengeance is mine
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| in hell is where she waits for me
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| seductress burns in sin
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| the succubus deceased
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| the funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease
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| my desire be not to kill again
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| I’ll now disappear leaving legend to fear
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| so lock every door tight from now until eternity
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| dead and famous at last she’s made it
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| her mangled face
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| smiling shameless
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| the death of peace
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| endarkened times
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| crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
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| the headlines read «Young Starlet --- Dead!»
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| drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
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| sodomized
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| defeminized
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| I am the victor
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| vengeance is mine
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| I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
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| for a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
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| I the misogynist
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| her crooked smile my seal of hatred
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| incarnate of the beast
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| the god of which they speak |