sweet angel

 

perceptible power in

the plausabilities

of fulfilling practices

inevitable destiny

 

even dancing romance

with the witch

who once fed on fear

but becomes bright

and worshipping

only wishes to serve me

 

because greatness is attained

on the solitary stage, pleasing

the presence of divine darlings

 

awaiting death so communion

is thus a perfect reality

to transcend the illusory

world of chaos

 

faithfully loving until

the destroyer blows the candle

and joining --- yes!

joining my sweet angel

 

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