The Scarlet Garden
I know no shame
The empire of my desire Gathers you into my fire I hope you fall. I hope you call, My filthy name. It makes you crawl On your knees, with all your pleas. Lay down there, look up at me.
Are you alive my dear, and breathing? Are you diseased my dear, and bleeding? I'll lift you high my dear, I'll have you dreaming. 'Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading.
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