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enchanted
come unto me oh seers
tell me true does he yet love?
in the silent storm I query
gentleness says yes
in my sacred heart I am stumbled
it hurts to be this aware
I seek him in the strobe light of destruction
a scarred terrain is his inner sanctum
bloody redemption, it is so
I scry great intelligence
a madman aye
I look on the horizon and I spy shadows
gathering and plotting
a pivotal moment my understanding of this man
I look to him in my solemn eye
we blink in unison
he is my elder in this vision
I lust him in the adulterated need
I crave his greed
he is the want of me
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