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Rated: E · Poetry · Occult · #2184463
My only friend was taken away by the Lord.
God was never one,
That had helped me towards the sun.
Butchering the only woman I had ever loved.
As my life turned from sin, he killed my only win.
Leaving Satan and me to down the bottle of gin.

God abandoned me with righteous sin,
Leaving Lucifer and me with no next of kin.

I cried, yelled, wept and slept.
Across from Morning Star who had yelped.
We were tired of the man upstairs,
Who once was thought to love and care,
Only to glare as the two of us began to tear.

As she slept on my left,
Love was the only thing I had felt,
As her tail smacked my belt,
Which was as soft as a beaver’s pelt.

Before God smoked our hut as my love pushed me out.

He killed the succubus who had helped…
The young man whom she had shoved,
To find the meaning of love- before God had messed him up.
Only the Devil helped him up, from where he once had knelt.

With only God to insult,
The Devil sought him out.
As I cried for my only love,
Whom I had laid to rest,
Crying on the mountain’s crest.

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