Volatile.
Vaporize fail.
Always pumping through your arteries.
Straight to your heart;
Beating in our hands.
Run.
You can't hide.
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Bloody Devil Mistress
There will never be enough years,
when every day we are his.
Separating this skin,
pulled from the bone,
worn down,
sin by intoxicating sin.
Fires lick at our feet;
we rush, in haste,
mistress to his desire.
Head to pillow falls,
sleeping to the sounds,
of a lusting demon choir.
Our muse may be the Devil;
sins bringing a blush to our cheeks.
There's no use in escaping him,
we'd be chewing restraints for weeks.
Heart brimmed with pain,
and a head full of chains;
yet, still nothing remains.
A vile gnarled ugly thing,
whence twisted rope we'll swing;
while the Devil dances,
splashing in our blood,
and Hell's angels chant and sing.
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