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pretty boy, half mortal half god, but the power of your words was enough to make me kneel. you are everything i can't control, not with that crown of lies and promises of conquering the gods — then conquer me, golden child. conquer me, and wear the smell of my death like a perfume.
i remember the stories that spilled from your tongue, the stories that dripped like water. the river ran with your secrets and I always leant in to hear the words that fell from your mouth.
so wake up, golden child. conquer me. conquer me and fall golden child.
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