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Speak of the devil and

He doth appear

When i call upon him

I end up with a conscience unclear

Dripping with scarlet

Not mine, not his

Probably some person

Whos body, brutally severed

Though we wouldnt know

How clean a conscience is

Like schrodingers conscience

Both guilty and innocent

Before killed

But one or the other

When the deed is fulfilled

So then instead i say

Speak of the devil and

He doth possess me

For i wake up

With somebodys body

Covered in their fuel of life

But the more i do it

The more my angel side dies

The itch to cleanse the world of sin

Guilty or innocent

Both six feet in

The more i do it

The more i feel alive

Satan doth possess me

God is demised

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