Woman, satan, man,
A world without the first
Is a world without the second;
Where man is free
To leave at peace with his deity.
But this is the same world
Where I would not exist,
Not to stand aloof to piety.
But the flesh would stand not
Where the bone is not,
Thank the spirit
For the rib he siphoned.
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