Dimera


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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