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Thou foul succubis.

thou belial in thine own shadow

your carnage of chocolate may spill decidantly

like roses and wine

but such has litle strength over my person.

and to think i once saw crimson for white

pondering tongues spoken betwixt were perhapse sweet

suculant like the dragon fruit.

But be they dragons as dragons will be,

and you are but a she-devil

whom commands such beasts within the soul

of cerulean, aquamarine and royal skies.

As was Ragnarok for my emerald fair

and emerald fair grows grass greener than any other

so shal be armaggeddon for yuou.

he saw me crying in the window of my own depth

a bottomless pit of writhing maggotry

tunnel vision burdened be

by the heart soul and subtile energies of the world beyond my memory

from death by steel and turquois oceans to forrests of serpentine

and in that moment

i saw blood red

but what of blood is as satisfying as the life it sustains.

the heartbeat shared in one body between two souls suddenly

singular.

the window opened to the light and i saw you

and darkess as darkness does, consumed the first miracle of god

and wrapped fates lithe malliable form in a shroud of protection

swallowing his own yang, casting out thou beelzebub

and assumed his rightful place.

the single heartbeat sinchronizes by nature to the first grasping spirit.

but what of more tangiable things?

you shant meed them as you float amongst us

but a drowning man, sinking in a bottomless ocean

the trixter has not tricked his last.

but he has found his match in me.