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The blade I wield slithers

Like a serpent in my hand

Yet bites not my enemy

Ascending in spirals

Cleanse me with the lustre of thine eyes

The sand in the hour glass burns at both ends

Maiden your name is desire

Curse not yourselves, lest you will

Not hear the disgustingly euphonious voices

Let me sleep through this insomnia

Kiss me with your crudely crafted spears