Civilised Instincts.

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I pledge my oath to the blind night sky,

eating at the Iblis of my soul -

'As the deviation takes it's tole,

my eternal thirst for life turns dry.'

Each of my two faces can read this lie,

a lie in love that whose love you stole,

to appease the Satan in my goal,

send me to this boat sailing by.

Watch in this ecstasy as I be-

gin to drown, in this fire, within

my prison of impulsive greed's, but

be warned my foe, my friend, my enemy,

the consequences of many sins,

will cause this everlasting bond: cut.

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