Upon her face she wore a pout of filth that only sin herself could hold. Born in sin, she became Synner. Unholy soul, eyes black as coal,quickly she snatches away life. Shadows older than time shrouded in midnight mist her heart. She dances skyclad under new moon's cloak. She's maidan,mother,and crone to the darkness. Behold the lustful creature before you. Lilith, I am the moon pregnant with ligh...
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