If I were the deciever,
I would walk around the cosmos
Like thou do.
If I were the deciever,
I would ravage my own creations,
To the temptation of the murc
If I were the deciever,
Oh I would choose thee to escort myself,
For the ruins of the nice.
If I were the deceiver,
I wouldn't falter from to delude
Thee,
To affront
Thy psyche.
Oh my God,
What have I thought of?
My very own seraph
Morphing into the demonic arch,
I shall refrain the misty shadows of hell
For the coming of me.
Oh my cherub,
What have I thought of?
- skeletal poet
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