you dont know the web im weaving
as am i, unconcious of it
i can only sense its existance
as if it comes from a different desperate dimension
she is so full of fury
bereft blooming fire
why wont she stop
leave it in peace, please lets let go of it
she refuses, she will have her way
demon of my heart be still
fire must be kept within
if you touch me you will be engulfed
if you look at me she will lead you straight down
to her own spun hellfire, created just
for
you
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