Blessed be her golden bliss,
in tears be all what follows after.
Beauty stands beneath her throne,
But unseated be his pillow.
Witness ever her glance,
At everytime she's more.
Unleashed her tempted magic,
Stand forth all simplistic whores.
Early discoverance came her eve,
Nights that blessed her seeking truth,
That truth's so shallow to deceive.
Forever I shall reach to...
Upon living she flies,
in my world of mind.
She dances the beast,
that is me...
Greatness be thine,
for sorrow is youth.
Attracting the most,
Of all things worse,
A star shines forth,
And dances me, the night.
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Strong enough to live by the sword
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