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FAUSTIAN BARGAIN

It seems she's eclipsed by the storm-wrought anxiety
Fatalities and pure agony weighing on my soul, torn asunder
A danse macabre amidst the lightning in the boneyard
Devil's postcard for this haunted bard in a stupor, a suitor to thunder

She screams her promises from shore to shore
Sucked me in with offers of fame and gold
In tight black leather she's so astonishing
But the luster is lacking, growing mold

My patience is waning
And her words are scathing
Let's get to the fucking
With the truth, engraving

Empty and deconstructed
Formless and bleak like the void
Worship the feet of Mammon
I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE
I AM NOT YOUR TOY

Wish she would fulfill her obligation
A menacing heirloom of attrition
I WILL SEVER THE INFESTATION
Decryptify and calcify
IN GILDED SALVATION

i am not the monster she made me
i just drew first blood
FUCK YOU
FUCK THIS
maybe i am the monster you made me
i'm here to taste your blood

Wish I could crawl from the devastation
Or maybe give in to the submission
CHOP ME UP I'M READY FOR AMPUTATION
Just liquidfy or crucify
SUCCUMB TO DAMNATION






Written by HadesRising
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©2024 Frank Green
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