Cum give me a moon filled with clitoral seeds, and I will show the world a destruction never seen in creations time.

Hiding, crawling and vomiting my lies to stay from all beholders eyes.

Created by war, born again from a one night stand between a virgin and a whore and the count of imperfection. Cursed to seek my preys in times as well clocked as the catholic prays.

I despise my hunger, but you feed no longer which builds my mission oh, so stronger. I cry for dessert and a full moon turns you into my starter.

A brother in despair a life in vain. I licked a taste of denial from this legions neck, venomous draught.

She followed him down, dressed in scarspangled gown, through a fortress of filth as I wept. Her eyes glistened with a vibe of knowledge which times and rains never could adore.

His face turned from stone into loath when he saw where he had slept. Sweet tears remains untouched for her blasphemy they bless. Each staircase more gruesome from the memories they've seen...

...but I could care less!

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