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A power that words cannot express |
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Washes over in waves of excess |
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Struck from a purely angelic medium |
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With a voice that makes the soul go numb |
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A complexion white as ivory's glow |
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Flawless locks that dance and ****ing flow |
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An incandescent gaze that topples men |
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The jeweled eyed jilter gleams again |
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Softly sing the vales of perfection |
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Masters of illusion and misdirection |
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Like chasing dreams never caught before |
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To conquer wisdom never brought ashore |
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Jealous was the sun that day |
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To be outshined in every way |
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Beauty one cannot comprehend |
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This is where victory is penned |
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Their magic goes without question |
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And quickly turns into obsession |
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Glorious battles won on sea and ground |
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Yet this triumph's far more profound |
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There's more here than meets the eye |
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Beneath her glistening shell, lay lies |
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Unfortunate events draw near |
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As tragedy blazes new frontiers |
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The clouded mist of a midnight tryst |
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Billows forth in the lovers' midst |
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Emotions pinned against a wall |
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Buoyed hopes are sure to fall |
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Heirlooms scattered amongst a room |
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Decaying blooms construct her tomb |
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Communication falters fast |
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Nonimmune to every spell she casts |
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The water runs red with malice |
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Let us furnish our floating palace |
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With the carrions of so-called "friends" |
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This is where victory is penned |
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To expect nil and be just rewarded |
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In a place where goddesses are courted |
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Deserves a victory lap sailed 'round the world |
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And still-beating hearts of every goetic girl |
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She is the sober intoxication |
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Of a pointless destination |
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A tangible personification |
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Of a fiery misinterpretation |
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Peal away her finest lineaments |
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What remains is euphonic torment |
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Know that barking up her ember's tree |
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Will be only furthered into a memory |
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Broken traces of disgrace |
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Brings new meaning to this place |
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Vibes in the minds that will not mend |
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This is where victory is penned |
