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snubbed by the elite for being different  
I excel doing things otherwise
enchantment grace please show me your face
in darkness gloom I need some growing room
in the depths where I soar, my mind is sore of worry
I cast a spell, I request legion to do my bidding
at my behest they are sent on the winds
to affect in my favor the future fate of my soul
I attend the grand masquerade
making love with my chosen host
I seek retribution for services rendered
did you think I was a free whore?
insidious need overtook me
and I did succumb to the greed of my cunt
I speak with authority this is no mystery
you know who you deal with me
I am an obscene Queen
affecting the horde
torment true undo the hex or you will be next
behold your doom, in the reckoning room
your fears realized  
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 18th Mar 2023
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