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Give in to me!
Forget the flowers and the sun, the dandylion light of day, the naive blooms of spring to come, the lazy, catatonic May. I'll give you frost so cold you'll freeze and burn in darkness with the stars, the mad night rushing through my veins, the black shine of forgotten scars. Give in to me! You think the world is innocent and pure, you want blind rainbow beauty to exist; but how much longer can this hope endure, when time falls on you like a jaded mist? I'll give you rythm, worlds beneath your feet, the bloody beat of crazy drums that call in saltmine tears to loves we never meet, in red-thorned fields to foes that never fall. Give in to me! I know i have no warmth to give, no blooms, nor spring or light. But take my mad excess to live and make me pure... tonight.
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