I'm The Truth In Reality
Oh dear saint, let me corrupt your grace By wiping that innocent smile off your face Take off your conservative, pure, white dress And to your god I want you to confess That your heart no longer belongs to him You sold it to me, so powerful and grim Your time is ticking away, oh lovely angel Do not panic love, for I want your heart stable I will not hurt you, but control you eternally And if you give in, willingly to me I shall present you with all the treasures I promised To let you enjoy your moments, darkly blessed But this I shall stress importantly, and emphasize That if you struggle, in my hand your heart, dies While I take optimum pleasure in causing you pain But you already know that saint, for it was plain In the deal we sealed, you gave me your heart freely Swearing upon your soul that you’ll be mine faithfully So now my heavenly love and passion Or should I say my poor deluded possession I have you heart like many others before You’ll all gave in to glittering words for sure You run away from that who created and made you whole And come running to me, who vowed to steal your soul |
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