I shall pluck the flower of beauty.
From the garden of her loins.
As my hunger for her...
Turned me from angel’s will.
So let those on heavenly thrones stone me.
Let them cast fallen stars to pierce my heart.
For I, as Lucifer fell.
For the charms of her beauty & love.
Thus I gambled Satan for a peek…
Beneath her seraphic evening robes...
There lies her pungent scent so delectable…
The constellation to my end.
For upon her skin lies the rapture....
That ruptured my heart.
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