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Are we majestuous like two mythic deities? 
Or we the worst creatures? 
Only flaws no qualities! 
Are we tender?
 Or do we have hearts harder than stones? 
I don't know who is your family? 
Or what happens behind your doors? 
All I really know... 
 Is that my soul flames for yours
But It's a shame how we lost the battle! 
And threw the swords! 



Then Lilith laughed! 
And let out a mighty shout :
[Eternal grief to pure sincere lovers! 
That's my oath! 
Oh my sissies !
 Angelic faces with evil deeds! 
Leave pretty malicious words!
 Hold and kiss! 
You're on the roll! 
Let the paranoia eat them alive
Haha! 
they look oblivious! 
Even if they're burning inside! 
And I like it!
 To all their fake best friends... 
This is the plan
Reveal their secrets... 
To  witches and whores and filthy men
For more chains and clouds... 
 May they never shine or meet again! 
Only deceivers can maintain relationships
... That's my law
Yall my oracles! Yall my worshipers! 
I'm the Goddess of craft and filth! 
Look at my crown!
Made of  skulls horns and vipers! 
Cook me a pure broken heart!
 That's my favorite meal
The Holy Spirit is deaf!
 The Demiurge is weak! 
We are the ones who can speak louder! 
I'm the only ruler here! ] 


Blasphemy! 
The Demiurge is strong... 
And when we were weak
He didn't let us down... 
Love is a prophecy that we'll fulfill 
I believe in it like I believe in heaven! 
So I won't despair! 
Lilith wants us apart! 
But this nightmare will disappear 
If my soul were paradise... 
Your love would be Alkawtar river
My honey! My wine!
 And I'm the eternal drinker! 
Your eyes are my pearls! 
your lips are my fruits! 
Your hair is my silk! 
Which is my sofa and my clothes! 







 

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