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Four libertines beneath chandeliers Sanctimonious is their impression True nature unveiled when they speak Linking futures Underfoot; the will of free man No one impedes them, spun beneath temples of sand Laws to govern suffering Any semblance of innocence driven out In time, these pedophilic crimes reform In time, more violent fetishes push forth Winter months uncoil the depths of this decay Ushered by cruel hands Now forming a creature Their forms distorted and blurred It descends; donning costume Serpentine body omnipresent throughout the estate In this manner, they can watch from behind one face