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beset

 
beguile the wicked truth
spill in guises of red
it turns inside me
I scream silently then I get in the driver's seat
taking over I rise

my bile bubbles so I must speak
lecherous greed so needy takes a swing
I counter deflecting the ulcer
specters spectate on my need
placing bets the odds are against me

I take my time making my moves
strategize then boom
finesse the dark and turn it into art
it speaks volumes
I tap into the bleak and break open the tomes
I hit the switches then turn um

it's eternal you know?

the voices we speak with today
will echo back and bite us in the ass
so watch it

bitter lust has beset me
I deal with the sultry
I suspect I'm in too deep
wickedness smiles and goes down on me
sated, I scream





Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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