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The Unscathed Martyr

A woman untouchable unless aroused
This succubus who lacks devotion
Her only pain which keeps her sane
Is the need to kill emotion

She acts as though she's a victim
For souls of men she must expel
Her false grief becomes your belief
No matter the story she tells

She wants your passion and secrets
To which she'll use to barter
To get a drug, which she never does
This poor Unscathed Martyr

A beauty of a great facade
An art form she's perfected
She'll bleed you dry, leave you to die
With no regard for whose effected


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