Howl of that the fatal flaw of. "Oh how we were made for each other" and it’s with my mortal cord tied to yours. The weal of woe pass through me, and my feral form. How every callway to mercy street, is one right back to the foot of your throne. Therein again - where my purpose is served. Because its like this - I need you for the godless creature I am. I need you for the sake of veneration in that overture of rebellion. For the fatalist in me, to live eternally in you.
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