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Abode Of Death

The flattery
The catering of raw flesh
The patterning
It’s all waiting for the rest
 
I’ll trade my soul
And feast on sick mortal pleasure
Because your “goal”
Is to make me feel remembered
 
Once I’m nearly dead within the shadows
You take me into your humble abode...
Of death
 
The seduction
The sedation of your lips...
Now you have won
So drive me like a cracking whip
 
You’ve killed me once
So might as well kill me twice
I dug my grave
Because you had me enticed
 
Please, just leave
No?
I see...
 
Get your damned profanity out of my life!
I won’t stand for deceit!
Only I control my life!

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