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let the ashes of your prison anoint your flesh , the closet you'll ever get to being holy . Civilizations and kings fall to your feet , knees bent and ready to serve . It's laughable really . And to think , they think you a god, dressed in silks . How quaint , even god loathes you . They don't call your touch venereous for nothing ; why would they when at a simple brush they already want more . You tempting vixen, damning all who come in contact to fall for you , over and over again . you are after all , a primordial, a demon far older than even hell, Tartarus was once a home to the likes of one of hells favorite sons. If only you could think it was cute Lucifer tried to replicate you in that.. sin . even Lucifer , as great a king he is , is still a simpering babe in your eyes . Even he would think twice before going against the one responsible for Rome's end .