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Lured with 
Laced  saturated oils of crystal and sand
Covered in roses
Black silk curtains filled the womb as they flowed and danced
Following the rhythm
As he spun at his web
She laid down her wings 
as the music softened
Her dress followed
She was in tranced,  as he too began to unfold
Leaving nothing but her desirous naked soul
The trap is set. Oppressor is taking in by all.

Through his sexual divinity,  and her loving oasis, combines the gift of ultimate destination. 
Of what is certain of the power that he holds in his hands.
Knotted and planned, 
Oppressor was hers, 
The Crown Is snatched from the throne, The Cocoon is set ablaze,  Leaving Butterfly on top, at long last.



(Oppressor)
The oppressor lays down his verses
"To you I am king,  the only one you need"
Let us share the power, that lays beneath,
Rare beauty,  you mustn't test what's meant to be, 
I hold the key. To your destiny. 



(Butterfly)
My wings are not to be clipped, nor  belong to you
The power you seek inside of where the fire grows
Is nothing compared to an Undying Rose




(Butterfly)
To be wrapped in his arms,
(Oppressor)
To be the god of her worth
(Butterfly)
Pressed against his body
(Oppressor)
Beauty all consuming
(Butterfly)
He's eyes say he is evil,
That's all they see,
His words, and vision are grim with scheme, 
Power is what he wants, he's done it to all, 
Mine is stronger than his will ever be. 
I'll show you divinity, and rob you of your wicked tactics and spells, 
Leaving nothing but of a rotting shell.

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