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| In the shadow of the moon the mortals play. In this room of false faces and evil intent. They seek thier passion plays. The smell of lust, disire, greed, and sin is heavy. With a deep sigh I move on through this world of masks. I see the truthes behind this visions of sin Who they fool are only fools themselves. Mortal players in a mortal game. And the few I seek are beyond this game. We the players of darkness. Forged from the void. We savor the dark humor we gleen from these mortals. Those who think they are players in the game of disire. but what do these creatures know of disire, pleasure, and passion. So thus we sit and laugh, watching the silly passion plays. and savour the deep lust of our own kind. To dance in the starlight shadows, and whispers of the ghosts. |
| THE LUST |
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