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Ravage me royally without a word

And then beckon me into their graces?

The very thought of it strikes me absurd,

Yet here I am among their false faces,

The air spiked with residue of decadent tongues.

Well, they simply add more intrigue to the journey –

I relish every death drop, every ladder’s rungs –

They’ll only get me out of here on a gurney.

Let them take precious time for their web-spinning,

Gazing in the mirror, crafting their lies.

Soon they will see it is I who is winning

As the well then dries on plots to devise.

At last I’ll bid farewell to fair-weather friends,

Tickled with laughter should they offer amends.