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In a dimly lit room,
backwards words are spoken…

Falling from the mouths of,
the ones who are broken…

Sat in chairs and stood on tables…
Telling stories from the past…
Words of myths and fables…
Legends made to last…

Where nothing around,
makes any sense…

And feelings run so high,
so fucking tense…

As the Silver light of the moon,
crawls through a window…

In a place behind the trees,
that only they know…

Hidden out of sight…
Only active on a night…
And security is tight…

Invited in by invitation…
Then forced into an initiation…

Removing their disguise…
Blindly covering their eyes…
To intensify the surprise…

Leading to sexual awakening…
For those who are naked and partaking…

And those who watch…
The voyeurs who can’t touch…

They understand the process…
And monitor the progress…

Peering through a window,
into the souls of others…

Connected by secrets,
blood sisters and blood brothers…

As the Devil roams freely…
And the women smile sweetly…
Offering themselves completely…

To those who know…
Who rule this show…
Knowing what they say, goes…

With high expectations…
Laced with utter temptation…

In that dimly lit room,
where backwards words are spoken…

Falling from the mouths of,
the ones who are broken…

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Song request by shikenkan