Playtime with the devil
Sat, 12 Apr 2008 at 03:10pm
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An eternity of sick turmoil
Where harlequins are cheap and spoilt
Seductive notions whisper loud
To steer her right-
They do her proud.
A spear is fired through her heart
But falls to splinters-
She's too sharp.
All her thoughts are that of hate
From playing devil's advocate
A charismatic poisoned chalice
Eyes blood red and full of malice
She drowns in black seas, melts with pride
If you dare; come, join her side.
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not bad especially the bit about her being to sharp to be hurt by the spear. very nice. (here should be her in the last line)