For I am entranced...
No naked beauty nor a warm smile.
In lifeless silence...
Sublime is the hand of no pity.
That wields a merciless Death.
Victorious heart of deceit.
Shaped in red beauty yet carved in black stone.
Killing not to win, but to ensure a loss.
Mendaciously poundering through Death...
Your blessed art lives through me.
Through entranced submission.
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