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Trick tricky on a radiant platform Jezebel, arms full of gnashing curs She loves everybody, that girl She always meant well The most dangerous thing in the world Riding the dragon straight into the apocalypse Nine heads slavering, always hungry Swollen with decades of wasted debauchery Brimstone falling from the rafters, pillars of melting wax, melting faces Tongue to the iron, proving my lie A deception of self, it’s a ******* masterpiece The garden lush that falls to rot, Lunatic blight, land that salts itself Spending what was spent until it is finally dry like wither. I, I run hot and cold, a cheap parlor trick gone bad Changing phase to phase and back again, losing a little more each time Tiamat to fire the kiln, I wait Too polluted by far to continue this way any longer Wrapping myself up small for you, so helpless and inevitable Hell-bent on teaching you how to better abuse me Help me to recreate myself, oh yes please I am, you will find More pliable even, in the heat of your hands
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Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
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Trick tricky on a radiant platform Jezebel, arms full of gnashing curs She loves everybody, that girl She always meant well The most dangerous thing in the world Riding the dragon straight into the apocalypse Nine heads slavering, always hungry Swollen with decades of wasted debauchery Brimstone falling from the rafters, pillars of melting wax, melting faces Tongue to the iron, proving my lie A deception of self, it’s a ******* masterpiece The garden lush that falls to rot, Lunatic blight, land that salts itself Spending what was spent until it is finally dry like wither. I, I run hot and cold, a cheap parlor trick gone bad Changing phase to phase and back again, losing a little more each time Tiamat to fire the kiln, I wait Too polluted by far to continue this way any longer Wrapping myself up small for you, so helpless and inevitable Hell-bent on teaching you how to better abuse me Help me to recreate myself, oh yes please I am, you will find More pliable even, in the heat of your hands
Written January 5, 2012
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Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
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