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For you I will make a world devoid of love
And I'll make your love to fill the void

One eye sees glory,
The other does cry,
The third sees truth
And grows blind

For I am alike unto whited graves
As I appear, beautiful in skin
But within I am filled with dead man's bones
And of all unclean and sin

Move to me in wild contortions
Enchant me with blight and sore
Yes, move to me you fucking whore
Into the madness of serpents.

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