MasqueradeA Poem by Vows Of DeathDon't be such a folly, and be aware of many things, behind my subliminal meanings.Welcome to my Masquerade, Try to not be too afraid. With wine and cakes and endless tea,
Simply tell them your own disguise,
This place will soon become your hell.
And the Hour never seems to grow... You'd just be forced to dance again, As punishment for all your sins
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