Sophia
God
We cry out to you
With scorching pants
Our crops of passion
Demand satisfaction
Enchanting sight
In chants we cry
"Juliet will never surpass
The fate you store
The fate we adore
You're the apple to my core
The ocean to my shore
The carpet to my floor
The knob to closed doors"
Sophia
Accept our sacrifice
Devour our hearts
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