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Golden talons scrape through chest Best leave martyrdom to your male guest Lesson learned so don’t plague me with rest The dream is heavier than her unrest You dream like a god I think like death Here is my sacrifice a shelf of accuracy a projection of reality your very nature is one of fallacy   My mortality is her test; failing will leave me to rest Burst away in her steady eyes, Rage and desire can’t be torn apart Let pour a cascade of marrying emotions let poor a cascade of undying convulsions Heaven is your scent hell is your touch, hell is your presence, hell is your absence Make way a hero has come the seeker  of lost ones, his soul bent contorted crippled and alive Goddess my keeper oh goddess the lover the goddess is one of uplifting mourning Immortality: is true loves promise, eternity is its penance   Vacant is the heart so aimless is the Soul, Fill my heart resonate with my soul   Let me be a savior, or let me be the prey, let my thirst for flesh be quenched   Rage and desire can’t be torn apart
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
is she golden
Golden talons scrape through chest Best leave martyrdom to your male guest Lesson learned so don’t plague me with rest The dream is heavier than her unrest You dream like a god I think like death Here is my sacrifice a shelf of accuracy a projection of reality your very nature is one of fallacy   My mortality is her test; failing will leave me to rest Burst away in her steady eyes, Rage and desire can’t be torn apart Let pour a cascade of marrying emotions let poor a cascade of undying convulsions Heaven is your scent hell is your touch, hell is your presence, hell is your absence Make way a hero has come the seeker  of lost ones, his soul bent contorted crippled and alive Goddess my keeper oh goddess the lover the goddess is one of uplifting mourning Immortality: is true loves promise, eternity is its penance   Vacant is the heart so aimless is the Soul, Fill my heart resonate with my soul   Let me be a savior, or let me be the prey, let my thirst for flesh be quenched   Rage and desire can’t be torn apart
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
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