| Cobra |

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Patience, starving soul.
This demon craves innocence.
My master is... Ugh.

Blood: pleasant poison.
Consumed by my starving soul.
Why do demons...?

Pleasant poison; Wine;
Flesh and blood; Goddamnit fuck.
Sneaky, red cobra... Wine...

Cobra. Cobra... Ow...
Empty heart; Demons; Ow, Cats.
Cats, cats, cats; Ow! Ugh...

Oh. God. Goddamnit...
Fuck you, cobra — cat. ...Ow. Ow!
Ugh. Sick. Sick cobra...

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