Young Child continues the insolence that you hide
young follower, you'll end transcended between my teeth.
Thy charms do not cheminent
punishments to me that I'll reserve
But
haunt the area where you reside.
Broken by my vices, you'll be nestled
In my heart, you will find oblivion.
Just a moment infinitesimal
You forgive those men steep
Who failed to contemplate
The grace of this freedom to enjoy
The evil that you did.
young child, behind this voracity
Because it is much more fierce t'envisage,
Open and damned
For my most syrupy delights.
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