Michelle Melody


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Light...

Crystal waters the flow and ebb...
The roll roll roll of a stone so dead
the Butterfly flown into a Spidersweb
the corrupted one once so white and pure
eenzy weenzy Spider with your web to allure...

In a tabernakel the corrupt crying for pardon please
the Spider laughs at her on her knees
one more round before I give the keys...

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