A rotten piece of red meat slowly melting under the Sun

is oozing the most obscene yet attractive aromas.

It has reached your nostrils;

and you fell into the iced depth of those two lusting mirrors,

in which you see a King.

You the Snake’s puppet;

dragged into a lecherous pit,

that fills you with Strength and Solace.


The very thing you’ve sought elsewhere

whilst cultivating weakness in your own nest;

the very thing I failed to provide you with,

for I needed it myself.


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