By Tracy Shults-Wright
Bequeathed to you a darkness- you are as Lord Of All Things Vile. Occupy this place you rule where shadows only wax and Open to the unsuspecting contamination... “just relax.” Deepening the darkness, Take each gently by the hand. Hypnotize them mercilessly- In a blink they’ll mold so seamlessly to your demand. Richness in the flood you exalt in- Satiate that primal need. They sacrifice themselves to you- You exist .. and they shall bleed.
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