Corrupted is your angelic frame,

overpowered by my demonic spells.

How chastity I may no longer claim,

beyond the norms of this worldly hell.

Illusions of a self in divine grandeur,

benevolence beyond the cosmic chart.

Yet when of that you innocently murmur,

glaciers ambuscade my quivering heart. 

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