O pretty lords I was begging for forgiveness all of my life but now I woke up after running in those circles stuck in slow motions, your old dark eras has to be ended, your injust system shall be destroyed, your ugly faces shall be scarred.
And now look at me little demons I'm the goddess of my own religion, I'm the queen of my own kingdom, sitting on my throne in my dark castle like I am sitting on your little ugly faces, crashing it.
I am free finally, but the nightmares are never gone, are never ended. Well I am used to them now.
I took the pills of life to cure my soul from the blue blood that were melting it trying to drag it to death, I killed it, I killed you I took your soul and its powers. You are nothing now, you are my slave, you are my servant.
You were once my ally, you were once my friend, but now you are my enemy.
Beg me, satisfy me, beseech me and kill for me, seduce me, breathe through my order and sacrifice your soul for my injunction.
Trust me you will always wish you were me.
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The Full Moon
Poetry"Her dreams, her ambitions, the love of her life and her trusting Her faith, her trust, her desire are disappearing She is aching, dying, fainting and weakening.." I wrote this book for someone that gave me the inspiration and encouraged me to. Tha...
