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Like
a beautiful tempest, she darkens a sky
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| Her vorocious hunger consumes all, by and by |
| Her victims chosen with the utmost care |
| She is everyone; She is everywhere |
| The cruelest of games will she play with the heart |
| It could be easily mended or torn thus apart |
| And no remorse could she ever come to feel |
| Her only concern is that of finding her next meal |
| She knows your every desire as that of her own |
| Inside your skin, she is the waiting lust unknown |
| Devouring you whole, no mercy will she give |
| T'is her way of continuing; T'is our struggle to live |
| But whenst her feasting is thin'd and through |
| She shall, in your weakness, abandon you |
| There will be no joy remaining to occur |
| She has taken you, and you have become her. |