Sit my sweet Here is what you have come to greet Ingest your fate Enjoy the tasteful ending of great Look not on escape with fear Ignore those who insist so painfully to jeer Promises, before, have been broken, So take now this token Your grotesque dreams await And so too, your velvet mate. Precious time here is yours, nor mine But there, ‘tis thine. To feel otherworldly pleasures, Revoke in fairy treasures A soul to fly as wings of trees Ethereal sky, yours upon pleas Grace of an innocent child A lover’s touch so passionate and mild All yours; cut not your skin Soon you shall be near your closest kin A dainty sip, this life we’ll rip.
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