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Follow you

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by ZikiNikki

by ZikiNikki

Were you the devil and I knew,

I'd still choose to follow you;

Even past the fiery gates,

To the depths where hell awaits;

I would not regret a moment,

I would not plead for atonement.

As heaven's fist starts to swing,

I would not regret a thing.

I would follow you to die;

It would still be you and I.