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cold
I am nothing in your void
where I am less than
it insults my tastes
I am an educated whore
speaking of things you don't understand
in my element I spin
speaking in metaphors
I greet you inside my madness
you've called on me
now share with me my disease
I will rape your hurt
and pillage your shame
in the deep neediness of your want
I will reap
a conjurer of lust
you can't deny in god we trust
I want you to see me in my nakedness
my truest form
cascading darkness falls in on itself casting no shadows
I know your name
I know your desire
I will fuck your soul
and leave the body cold
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