Only hell's fire could forge one like you
Who threw cotton candy scented stones
At blind men who thought they saw love in
you
Only the daughter of Satan
could blatantly
Break the hearts & souls of mortal men
Condemning them
to hell on Earth
You are the death of them
But they feel indebted to you
Like you were responsible for their births
Master of your father's work
Although your mannerisms were often curt
Your physical passion
fashioned their dependency
Ascendancy placed you on the highest pedestal
The promise of bliss in your kiss
Set their sights on passion's peek
Instead they were caught in the swelter
And got burned by your nefarious heat
All the while they worshiped you
And threw rose petals at your feet
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