Midnight rides towards you like a hurricane of unwanted wishes, subjecting (fornication of a twisted sin within your pale princess legs) your very essence with its silent touch (fingers of slimy darkness caressing your parts uncharted) decades of harrowing tales of mistrust and misguided servitude lost in a single (many times over, single is a wicked word lost in a sea of catastrophic memories wiped from the plate that recalls your every movements) moment of deceptive manipulation, befall a beauty, signal for salvation, but accept (for there is no denying) your hand of pittance and share in the violent ending of first yourself, and then the rest of your pathetic followers call humanity…

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