Have sex with a plant, and become a flower.
In faction of solar craft, become a power.
When tomorrow comes i justify our love for me, i gained in hour.
Adored by million-kind, i imagined sour.
Late at night is my marriage with a demon, dared stand-by.
Cruelest thing sat like mold of the highest never, and i loose when shit talks in 'morrow-fly.
By then my wickest,
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