Gently my blood flows
Into your veins
Pleasure courses through your body
Screams of children dying
Fill my ears
Your scream lulls me into
Lustful sleep
Prodding of your desire
Wakes me
I am bound by the shackles
Of slavery
Scorching passion fills my blood
Cries of pain excite you more
Pleas of anguish continue
Spiritual death comes slowly
My rapture goes unanswered
My King of Dispair
Ravages my body, my soul and my love
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