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I recall meeting you,
In a dark dream.

I remember your face,
Now cloaked and unseen.

I recall your transformation
From angel to demoness.

I remember evil incantations
While slipping off your dress.
I have not followed.
Nor will I ever feel need.
Move forth now young pawns,
Overwhelmed with greed.
Engineered disease
Of our own accord.
Betrayed by ourselves.
A fate we cannot afford.

— The End —