"Doubt thou the stars are fire...Doubt that the sun doth move....I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell...and I'll die by your hand which I love so well... -Shakespeare"
Delicate as a rose...I rule the heavenly empire of bliss...
I yearn the knowledge of the arts...I create masterpieces that could soothe the soul...I love myself and nothing more...
I chance upon the weary soul of man thru my magic mirror of dimensions...I am amused by the sweet sufferings of poor souls vying for love and revenge...
Thy love for the Original Sin created by man fires the very depths of my soul...
Heavenly hymns of angels ravage me thru endless nights...
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