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Your Elysian Killing Fields- Your soul, my Love, is the pristine gilded white, that cascades down from Heaven's summit. A river that fills me, a dry riverbed, with your milk and honey. Your current carrying me along, to your eternity. Eternally, flowing along, your emotional streams, towards your heart's tributary. A maelstrom of passion, pulling me down into your pools, solitary actions. In solitary enormity, destiny-adjoining. You are my clandestine pulse- that regulates my being, with sacred verse. You are the specter in my blood. The scepter of my throne, With you I can believe, in anything, except for being alone. Anything, everything you do. Winds around me as a grapevine, entertwining. The seduction to drink from your cup. The ambrosial wine, your overflowing, flowing into me. Your passionate canvas calls to me, to sculpt in its delicate flowering. In hungered heaves, when your rib cage expands. Anticipating, your Dove's-wanting to be freed. Only, by my hand. Free as the flame's flare, the burning, consuming. As I stare into you, feeling your Crimson Fires, there. Feeling as though, stalked prey. In your Elysian Killing Fields. Euphoria in sway, atop your succubant meal. My fate's threshold, crossed and sealed. Helpless to your Impish ways. I remain held, by your captivating allure. The intoxicating poison of your capture. Poison of your angelic tainting, that runs through me, clouding evermore. The Conductor of the chemicals within me. You entrench, your surrounding, that abounds around me. The Ballerina of the Little Death. In sourcery, comes, seduction's breath-The dance- of the seven veils. Perpetual, into hunger's ballet, which permeates, the skin, burroughing its ethereal entrails. You're always a puzzle, a timeless wonder, always to be. The first of my needs. If you turned to be the Devil's Daughter. I fear he would have me, indeed. My Love, the other part of me. With this dream- I pledge my Love to thee. Yes, you are the ghost within my wings. I am a phoenix rising from the sea. Bring me out into your spring. where I will drown, in your farthest reaches. Life to me, you will endlessly be instrumental in, as the Lords revival brings. The Elite warrioress from Elysia to Elate me, inflate me to Life from my dreams.

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Elysian Killing Fields

Your Elysian Killing Fields- Your soul, my Love, is the pristine gilded white, that cascades down from Heaven's summit. A river that fills me, a dry riverbed, with your milk and honey. Your current carrying me along, to your eternity. Eternally, flowing along, your emotional streams, towards your heart's tributary. A maelstrom of passion, pulling me down into your pools, solitary actions. In solitary enormity, destiny-adjoining. You are my clandestine pulse- that regulates my being, with sacred verse. You are the specter in my blood. The scepter of my throne, With you I can believe, in anything, except for being alone. Anything, everything you do. Winds around me as a grapevine, entertwining. The seduction to drink from your cup. The ambrosial wine, your overflowing, flowing into me. Your passionate canvas calls to me, to sculpt in its delicate flowering. In hungered heaves, when your rib cage expands. Anticipating, your Dove's-wanting to be freed. Only, by my hand. Free as the flame's flare, the burning, consuming. As I stare into you, feeling your Crimson Fires, there. Feeling as though, stalked prey. In your Elysian Killing Fields. Euphoria in sway, atop your succubant meal. My fate's threshold, crossed and sealed. Helpless to your Impish ways. I remain held, by your captivating allure. The intoxicating poison of your capture. Poison of your angelic tainting, that runs through me, clouding evermore. The Conductor of the chemicals within me. You entrench, your surrounding, that abounds around me. The Ballerina of the Little Death. In sourcery, comes, seduction's breath-The dance- of the seven veils. Perpetual, into hunger's ballet, which permeates, the skin, burroughing its ethereal entrails. You're always a puzzle, a timeless wonder, always to be. The first of my needs. If you turned to be the Devil's Daughter. I fear he would have me, indeed. My Love, the other part of me. With this dream- I pledge my Love to thee. Yes, you are the ghost within my wings. I am a phoenix rising from the sea. Bring me out into your spring. where I will drown, in your farthest reaches. Life to me, you will endlessly be instrumental in, as the Lords revival brings. The Elite warrioress from Elysia to Elate me, inflate me to Life from my dreams.