In wooden halls, where the wood is bleeding,
Nymphes giggle with a haunting echo as a
Child cries of joy, and wonderful suffering,
Ecardinate sisters door does remain,
Seductively inviting brother in again
To play a game that is perfect in the meaning of sin.
Please tell me what you think
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wow
it is amazin i love the first two lines.
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