Electricity and Masochism
Sitting on my blackened throne,
Looking at your face,
It's cryptic nature so intrgues me,
I am lost within the chase.
Why won't you be submissive?
I threaten you, I beg the moon,
No words escape your darkened lips,
I will prevail soon.
Why do you fight me?
You cannot win.
Just be my slave,
Indulge in sin.
Too many moons, too many suns,
And still you do not yield,
Stubborn to the nth degree,
I curse your EM shield.
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