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The winds howl in the black shuddering night
Holding you in her arms is Pandora’s delight
A carnival of hearts
A festival of amusements
Her wicked grin in reply to you commandments
The Devil, she entices
You can keep no secret, she knows all your vices
A wicked grin erupts from her blood stained lips, sinisterly she cackles
Stalking and circling like a pack of jackals
She knows the battle of your soul she has already won
You’re lost alone within a fiery sun
August 22nd, 2007