

Wicked ScalesAll my Treasures have been removed, Were they stole by this Angel Ive adored? This loss should I count a blessing? Or this loss should I call a piercing sword?Wicked Scales
O, what belief dare I call upon?
Drug through the streets of filthiness, I have clothed my spirit in dirty rags. How could I have been so deceived? And now the Light is what my spirit lags.
I long again for the Risen Dawn.
My life have I put in his hands, My eternal soul he put in his scales. The evil which was dealt to me, Placed a path which he set, that only fails. &
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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
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I am not the woman of your dreams, but the cause of your nightmares.
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