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She will wring for you
All the secrets you keep locked
Away in sadness
And she will play where dark pathways of the mind
Stumble blindly into madness
Her eyes are filled with the weight of mountains
Desire spurting from her sacred fountains
Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came walking from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire
She is a fire
As far as Venus goes
She twists the bind
Between the marble and the sculptor
Slight of waist, slight of mind
Fates refined
Spells to shelter her from vultures
A furnace heat of needs surmounting
She melts my beaten heartbeat down and counting
Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came dancing from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire
Weaponised (Galvanised)
Even in mortal guise
Death would tremble just to take her
Like a calm sea 'neath which the Kraken
Unfurls its deafening limbs
She, she's a smouldering psalm
Poised to make good on ignitable sins
Poised to make good on her delightful sins
Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came walking from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire
Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came dancing from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire
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