For every set of lips to of ever chosen
By its owner whom willingly caress my own
Had then left the owner of that tongue in ruin,
I do not know much many things to be genuine
But in life you realize some things are certain
Without doubts, despite every single warning
They themselves decide to risk on thinking
Perhaps I the words I spoke were just joking.
Soon enough they discover what I had spoken
Will, though vows that told of my destruction
Each word was one that stated how only insane
Would be foolish enough to ever hope to remain
Around me and find hidden deep down within
Any form of their former self to be willing
Too exist by my side without my poison
Ever cursing their souls&eagerly consuming
Whatever form of beautiful blessing
That these lovely creatures had been given,
Regardless of how many times I said run,
It seems to matter not when their decision
Has been forged, believing they can remain
Where others failed, & I too weak of a man
Fore ever even the devil hates being alone
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