Golden paint clings to porcelain skin like scattered stars a perfect match for your aureate gaze , etched constellations of gilded divinity adorning hellish visage , it almost makes you never want to cleanse your hands, hands that have clutched souls so close and made so many deals , making lovers out of hopeless humans and robbing them of what's most precious meanwhile giving them their wildest dreams . as long as they give you everything once it's over. Painting the outcome over and over in a beautifully macabre scene as you claim what you are owed.  I mean ,, you are the sin of greed after all .