Her arch smile just left her lips as the wind concer to started to play
The gambol around started at first but came to feel soothing after a while
Like morphia, the ranting drags her into a world of unknown evils
And seafens her mind for grief and nausea
Dismembered minds turned into clandestine seas of grief
The occurence of evil set to sanctify love as terminable life
Calm, oblivious words distorted to phrases of evil mankind
Faces, traces, monotonous phrases, stagnation is a movement in me
Come with me, kneel in the dance of mischief
Blaspheme, bow for the ruler of grief
Leaves hanging down from the tree sorrow, shadowing thoughts, diminishing sight
The Enchanting Dance Of Mischief
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