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Damnation

I French Kissed Damnation in the back room
She smiled like we were perfectly normal
But I wanted something more informal
All she wanted was a life to consume
I was tied down as a bleeding bridegroom
Sucked down into her personal worm hole
Her tastes proved to be shockingly dermal
I escaped wearing a tattered costume
I wore a new face. More glitter, less gloss
Hid myself, for nakedness embarrassed me
I told myself "I'm happier alone"
I rolled on, refusing to gather moss
Actions of Scripture, Speech of Heresy
I found Eve hiding and took back my bone



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