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immortality
tormented thoughts
burn the mind...
their keeper...trust
twists the knife-
with a taste for blood
pain my folly...
I fall for you every time
within a masochistic nature-
varied visage...same man
it hurts...
I will be judge-
over my own execution...
a thousand little cuts
of the razor-will make you die-
I prefer quicker means...
a clean cut to the throat
Master lust has had his way
I writhe with a feeling
undulate in the aether-
if you will I depart from this realm
be deadly and fast-
with the weapon agony
chained to mortality
doesn't befit me...
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