Beauty can be discarded
Money taken away
Takes will to make a bargain
With Satan, which one can stay
Blood covering hands, on your knees
No regret, sadness in heart
Emotions are nothing but thieves
Reality distorted, forgot
The goal is to have the power
That sets you apart, not be a coward
Like thous, afraid to take
Willing to put everything on the stake.
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