Naive and still half blind I find I stumble in the dark, serpents twisting around my legs and the crows plucking at my heart, the seeds within now washed in sin from this carnival of hate, with lotus petals on the floor I symbolize my fate, with eyes that beg forgiveness I pray that she will stay, but the Seraph turns her head and looks away, I know that I'm not worthy, yet I pray that she will stay, and the seraph gently sighs and walks away, neon glitz and midnight clear superficial stranglehold, underneath this sheer veneer pathed in fools gold.
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