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Let me make you sacred.
Allow you into the recesses of this dark and twisted mind;
grant you access to my daemons.
Let me show you a world;
a world turned upside down,
spinning sideways like a bizarre merry-go-round.
Come just a little closer.
Im your guide to moral deprivation.
Follow me;
this is a journey of self-preservation.
Forget societal conventions,
notions of self absorptions,
you have no need of them here.
Feel the silence break inside you.
A limiting barrier preventing the 'real' you from emerging.
SCREAM!
See how good it feels to let go.
Limitless freedom is yours...upon one condition.
Bow down to me. Worship me.
I am your slave.
Brandish whips and chains as you listen.
I AM your equal; unsurpassed.
Unrivaled in my cynical decay.
Corroding.
The acid of my speech falls upon you,
eating away your sensibilities.
Tell me that I'm wrong.
Force your vague notions of acceptability upon me.
Mold me if you can;
I'm a dying breed.
Remnants of bygone days dance hand in hand with modern urges.
In flagrante delicto.
Catch me if you dare.
Im your brutal honesty.
No gilded lies to lull you into comfort.
Die here; with me.
Allow me to embrace you one more time.
You're immortal now.