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I'll tempt him just as I did Nick;
No human ever turns down power.
Especially this human, raised for me.
He is my true vessel, the perfect host.
He is the boy with the demon blood,
Always spoken of with contempt.
But my brothers will never understand
How perfect, how beautiful he is.
Sam will be mine and I will cleanse
This beautiful jewel my father made.
No human ever turns down power.
Especially this human, raised for me.
He is my true vessel, the perfect host.
He is the boy with the demon blood,
Always spoken of with contempt.
But my brothers will never understand
How perfect, how beautiful he is.
Sam will be mine and I will cleanse
This beautiful jewel my father made.
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Love
Swirling down in a pool of yearning,
A straining heart never learning,
War between desire and sense always burning,
Distinction twixt the two never discerning.
Nonsensical words spoken with adoring eyes,
Spoken from a heart soaring though azure skies,
Teddy bears, flowers, and fervent sighs,
Upon their every glance our existence lives and dies.
Skies darken, fervor fades,
Words spoken of darker shades,
Sense and reason compromise bades,
Learning to live together weeding out our foolish charades.
Trust and understanding grounded in tender affection,
Years stretching before in one direction,
Together, two hearts, without deception
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Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
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Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
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Poem from Lucifer's point of view. This is actually the first time I've ever written Lucifer and it was interesting. Enjoy and, as always, comments are 
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That... just... sounds... very... very creepy...