"Oh and my love,
Did I mistake you for a sign from god?
Or are you really here to cast me off.
Or maybe just to turn me on."
"My my, those eyes like fire.
I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre.
Come now, bite through these wires.
I'm a waking hell, and the gods grow tired."
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