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Where does the madness end? |
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How far down do the rungs expire |
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In smoke and burning heat? |
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In depravity and sin? |
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In her shocking retinue, |
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I saw the worst |
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Desire run amok amongst you |
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And in her boudoir too |
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The endless nights embedded |
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In her beautiful cocoon |
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Turning black and blue and jaded |
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Kneelin' at her feet |
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My heart atrophied at her ravishing form |
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The ultimate test, her cult obsessed |
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With this body of the |
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Goddess reborn |
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When she first laid me to rest |
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I saw such sights of wickedness |
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From this harlot on a pedestal |
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This scarlet woman scorned |
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I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame |
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The tribes of the moon, their luster improved |
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A morbid aversion to the limpid domain |
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Of Eden and |
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Adam her dark temper moved |
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I witnessed reverie then |
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Perverse resurgence, souls on fire |
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Blood and seed, spilt for centuries |
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For this imperious bitch |
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In her shocking retinue, |
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I saw the worst |
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Desire run amok amongst you |
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A gnawer of taboo |
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Dread appetites were threaded |
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Right throughout the mortal zoo |
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Her immortality now hungered |
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I remember, in |
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ThebesEnthroned with cat-skinned girls |
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Her long, dark hair braided with pearls |
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A red gown split revealed her thighs |
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As full lips rose to feline eyes |
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Egyptian black outlined each lid |
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It's clear who owned the pyramid |
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Temptress |
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LilithHer beauty stirred me more than words |
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Could ever paint, her bible hurt |
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Tempered Lilith |
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Hissing in the dark |
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Pissing on my heart |
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I was missing every part of |
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VictoriaVictoria |
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I found them hypnotic, the years of display |
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Of court life and parties, political bite |
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Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees |
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Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night |
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The scheme of the night |
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But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth |
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For now she was spinning her sins |
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Breeding fell children and hiding her worth |
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Before the new orders disorder begins |
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Feeding from the weak |
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Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust |
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Evening-dressed, this young countess |
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Led lovers astray under cover of dusk |
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When she took them to her breast |
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They passed last rites, deliciousness |
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Swept into their every pore |
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This matriarch of darkness bored |
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Harlot on a pedestal |
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The night orchestral |
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Harlot on a pedestal |
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Never vestal |
