With just a flick of the opal banded finger
I will throw you into a concentric mental decline.
I control your elation, I control your depression.
I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir.
I take you under my black wing.
I take you under my dark wing
And nurture you in hate to dwell
Forever in a Maison Blanche.
Purity through corruption.
Who am I to blame when your basest instincts are realized?
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