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there's a million things i could tell you
If in darkness, you will let everything that you're against consume you; would you come to us? To follow your inner sins, to break away from monotonous living – would you ever find yourself crumbling to your feet? In vain struggles, you try to make yourself better than everyone else. That's what you are, that's what you deserve. They're not better than you. You were the best, and nothing could break down that pride.
But what about love? Everyone has it, don't you want it? To hold someone and to love them, and have them love you? Because you should have that. You want everything, and you should get it. It's not lusting if you get to hold it right in your very hands.
Oh, isn't their love so beautiful? Aren't you envious of such affection? Doesn't it anger you that you can't have that? You should be able to have such – that should be yours.
But what's the point in working for it? There's no purpose… it should come to you. But the need to indulge in all of the things you want – the things you need.
Come to us. That's right. Closer… perfect.
Welcome to Nocturnal Desires; your sins are your life. And we? Eternally at your service.
Vanity. Greed. Lust. Envy. Wrath. Sloth. Gluttony.
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