Plotlines
-MistressAli

We have to know our lines
We have to act our parts
We can't afford to blow this now.

And then she comes to me
In the grace of golden light,
Reminding me of all my salvation lost
And I can't stand the thought
Her sugar-sweet lips on the other. 

I will refuse you. I will not give him up. 
She wonders now, how I can look at myself
In the mirror.
It's easy, my dear. 
I never could before.