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Tables Turned

She dances for the devils,
and spies for God.
It's not the question,
it's what I got.

Keep the circle all in line,
make it linger,take it's time,
faster as the night grows long,
finishing just before dawn.

No more time will be of waste,
the glowing light I will soon face,
floating downward in an oceans mid,
never know until you give.

The dark side of the moon is her home,
the deepest pits of Hell my job.
But if thats really true,
why am I standing before God?





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