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Nov 2010
She stood up so proud.
She was sure she had done nothing wrong.
Her mournful beauty saddened the world.
Her time was near as she saw her own shroud.

As gay as morning blooms....
Yet cold as frozen dews...

''Blood would be shed once again.
No pain if you give your soul to me...
You will come back and walk the earth...''

Decapitated souls lost and stranded.
The head is the crown.

Give me thy soul...
And thou shalt live forever as my bride and walk the earth...

Give me your soul, Anne
Satan
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Satan
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   David OShea
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