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I see your smile.

Now tell me, is it real?

I am always here, always present.

To me you cannot lie.

Would I be lying if I said I see the truth?

You have become wicked.

Does it feel good?

Slowly drift with me;

I'll show you the pleasure in being wicked.

Soak in the madness;

Feel the sensual desire of Evil.

You have grown a liking to the wickedness;

But oh darling, that is not enough.

I want you to feen for it; beg for it.

Let us make Hell our new Heaven.