Dare I question why
You've chosen a path
Of profanity?
Maybe it's due to the
One who's life is filled
With so much insanity!
Wishing to please a love
Who's filled with the
Devil's touch,
Will only leave your soul,
Unable to uphold
Life's struggling role.
Now naked and bare,
With no resilence to spare,
Your life's heedless journey
Will only lead you to a tree
That reaps the fruit of despair.
Let go of the tree, and run free!
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