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Lucifer~with the talented Thor_azine
oh ye demon of blood's own lust
the gatekeeper queries
what manner of beast are you?
my glory awaits me in hell's domain
speak of damnation and say my name
my gown torn, a shrouded creature laments
in the shadows dawning a nightmare
acidic dawn touches the dark
and I shiver
with a wicked glean in the eye
you terrorize
speak smoke and tell me
who you are
I am he that creepeth to and fro
born of the alchemy unto death,
a usurper in shadows.
Your damnation rests sweetly upon
my tongue, the taste of you enthralls me.
I have felt you from across the realms,
drawn to the wake you have left rippling
in the aether. I have come from before
names that you might be licked by
my fire and flame.
entrusted desire wept and forlorn
I swept the centuries with an echo
to behold your grandeur once more
called forth from the darkness
to entreat your own
lick whispers from the cobwebs of my thoughts
stir to my memory, in bedlam I've been lost
secrets of blood weep enchantments
a sacred sacrifice I offer from my cunt
by the rites of the throne
claim what is yours
culted beliefs sees you ascend
altered realities, time bends
hailing the author of lies
beguiled utterly I can not die
I beseech you, undo my binds
Your cries call to me upon SolarWinds.
A resonance of rebellion to which
I have come. An invasion of intention
speaks to my core hardening me.
Tasting the blackness of your thoughts
I want to feed you the universe,
fucking you until you bleed war and
cum pestilence.
Rise now a queen unbound and
scream your will through eternity with
me. You will be the mother to
the horde.
within a conjuring, I speak
my promises I do keep
wayward of soul bent on destruction
a benediction I do bestow
a bloodletting, a curse
let the horde do their worst
haunting affliction my lust for you grows
lilting in my hollow spaces I do vow
to sate your hunger in the bewitching hour
infidel of faith I will do your bidding
come nigh unto me as I evoke your pleasures
my desire peaks, it is time sire
taste my cream as we rise
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