He became so bored in his prayers,
That his desires took form as visions;
So intense that a poison took his name,
Which he begged be taken from his lips.
But that's where he and I are different;
The poison's that for which I've come.
I've yet to learn the lesson since the fall,
And just sneaked right back in for more.
I'm double-dealing with Lord and Beast,
And I don't care which way the visions come;
I'll sell bits of my soul to the highest bidder,
On the intersection of their roads.
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