My devil danced with his demon, and the fiddlers tune is far from over.
We are in our own way as damned and damaged as each other.
And although the sounds of serene tunes play through the fiddlers flute, we hear only chaos and destruction. We savor these moments, for in the coming hour we will devour one another,
I will rip through his veil and he'll shatter my masquerade.
Until then ..
My devil will dance with his demon.
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