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Debauchery, Debauchery, Debauchery!
Oh, notorious cyprian, thee debauched conception of thy desires
evil, emptied thy holy grail in the deception of Thy nights,
too good to be good too evil, fill me with good and evil,
poise me with thy poison of Nature,
no good, not god- but a man
no evil, not a devil- but desires
no sin, not a sinner- but nature, in essence god, evil, and sin
let me explode into thee,
into.

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