I am your dawn,
Your morningstar.
I am your Venus,
Your picture of
Desired beauty,
That you burned out.
The idol worshipped
In your mirror and
Your bed.
I am your Lucifer,
The seductive fallen star
Who leads you astray
So worship me
With your eyes
And see
Who I've become—
And how much greater I am now!—
Since I fell
From your
Good graces

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