Pride

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I crave the touch of omnipotence.

Rest thy hand before me,

As I rise before him.

Follow where I lead.

Where I've been cast down,

From a place that I deserve.

My wings torn asunder.

Now I am Venus itself.

Venus, my eternal prison.

Now I have become him.

Him, in my own world.

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