[whisper:] As winter comes, I possess your spirit with my divinity, bringing the legions of skeletons to your grave. A werewolf covers your face but your true impurity will be your lost virginity... [end of whisper]
You refuse to see the light in me while I refuse to aknowledge the fight in you. Neurotic being, give in to the hate and embrace your death, a bless in the skies that comes in red and black, grey in the distant horizont, drinking the first blood at the last dawn of your lost youth. It's a murder to look at your eyes and say that you love, for your soul has been taken at your birth and your imortality has taken away all the other feelings that were worthy of a damned soul that you are. Those wicked games your play, that childish laught you gave away, they're nothing more that mere compassion for the sake of the insanity in our minds. We, mortals, destroy gods, like you.
So were your porpuses, so was my blood. In different times, we would have been walking side by side, in different places, we would collapse, fallen to the hands of the wretched, the angered and the disturbed. But now the loss of your innocence becomes the burden in my back, the dreams unfulfilled were forgotten, trade for a little piece of pleasure in those insane moments. Just one second and your soul was taken away. Reveal the darkness in you, deception of the eyes, against the world and gods, re-live the passed days. First lady of Earth, lost purity in the eyes of men, desrespected, betrayed, left alone for brighter days, the days of you and me.
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