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Wake up my dear
It's me again
Did you miss me
In your bed of blossom
Silvered with dew
Asphixiating
But it's a gas and
Flavoured in all its purple quenching steam
My queen
The Parfumery

Genocide
Genocide
Genocide
Genocide

Tell me about, those diamond doors
Crystal twisted, in veils of jasmine mist
Don't you find it, tranquilizing
Isn't it melting into the icicle vials,
In the fume of a demon seed
The Parfumery

Vats are seething
Lush waxy juice
Of lilac brew, riding on violet
Just a whiff
My dear don't resist
Isn't it draining your fountain lifeless

You see my flower,
This garden extracts
The wilt and wither, and that's to come hither
And all your beauty that isn't breaking
Will be cut like a sliver

Breathe in the breath of flowers
For the love of glass
And the garden faces
And their carnage masks

And now the time is unfolding
Don't fight it flower
You're reeking of afterlife
In this final hour

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