The mystery, in your eyes
Gets the curiosity in me..
To rise like a tired snake
You learn to preach your tricks..
With Aplomb, like the queen of a bloody throne
The mist has set and your Silk will be Torn Apart!
You’ll be set free..
Like a desert…devoid of the last drop!
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