Ace Of Black Hearts
The Trapping Lust
A mere possession.
Locked up a body with slavery does bind.
Mashing ones soul, you say he can't be.
No control of the bleeding desire.
Seeing the man straight into his own fiery grave.
Motionless spirit do come back with strength.
Fend off these attacks with haunting eyes.
Bend not to her heart, will or mind.
And then you just might survive.
Some are not true, they do deceive.
Creating toys and devices to employ to a liege.
Setting out to siege, pilfer, and burn.
Defer from this task, remove your mask Medusa, and will put you upon the mirror and watch you and I both turn to stone and crumble through the ages of time.
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