Take your filthy promises,
wrench your lusty kisses
Go, go... begone.
Fake is your glowing path,
insidious is your wrath.
Leave me alone.

You slimy vengeful cur,
my shameful black slur,
don't please me.
Take away your dark heart,
and let our ways here part,
just release me.

Take these visions, so rich.
Oh, my beautiful witch,
forgive your prey.
Cast not your spell,
mask not this hell.
I beg, fly away.

Go, leave, please, release, away.
Lest this momentary clarity
loses to familiar insanity,
which seduces me with all of you
reduces me with all of you,
so I believe I grow.
While I grieve, I know
at my ignorance.

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