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Your love was dangerous. Like the beauty of a siren, it drew me in. It numbed the mind like a drug, While my body was torn apart, Mutilation. Devastation. my last sight. A glint of steel, the subtle blade of your love, piercing my heart. No care. No mercy. The mistress of broken minds, bringer of such sweet demise, I Have A Message For You! the fruits of your sins await. I have no more fear of this angel, as i wait in some circle of hell, for her arrival. I bide my time in Elysium, waiting for her flesh, my sweet release, vengeance for an eternity of suffering. But until that day I wait, Charred. Scarred. for her requiem. Oh how I shall Dance.
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Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 7:47 AM UTC
Elysium
Your love was dangerous. Like the beauty of a siren, it drew me in. It numbed the mind like a drug, While my body was torn apart, Mutilation. Devastation. my last sight. A glint of steel, the subtle blade of your love, piercing my heart. No care. No mercy. The mistress of broken minds, bringer of such sweet demise, I Have A Message For You! the fruits of your sins await. I have no more fear of this angel, as i wait in some circle of hell, for her arrival. I bide my time in Elysium, waiting for her flesh, my sweet release, vengeance for an eternity of suffering. But until that day I wait, Charred. Scarred. for her requiem. Oh how I shall Dance.
Copyright * Vincent Bayley 2010
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vincent-bayley
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Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 7:47 AM UTC
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