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As intense, pleasuredScreams, pulsate through darkness, ofThese hellish cavernsShe conspires with this demon,In a most unholy way
Wielding his trustedScythe, he storms through this moonless night, saddled uponHis pale skinned stallion, asH spreads death, throughout these lands
Her white Silhouette,Weaves through weeping, tangled trees,Of this once thrivingMarshland, as her screeching wails,Bear this man's, looming death
Your three pigs, all small roundabout figures Narcisstic parasites that do all but quiver. Your three pigs, are found to be dead. It is not my fault, I did not make their bed. I told you once, twice, now thrice.
I put you in a curse
No expectations No clue to where it would lead Afraid to open up But slowly there was a change Blissful thoughts and emotions Perceptions that didn't exist before