I grew tired from this pain, as none that I achieved is gained.
Such minds are corrupted, by the devil they did sprouted.
As so many lives had passed, what would you gain from this blasphemy of lust?
Such curse was to be real, for there are no angels that will heal.
A riddle for the twisted, oh so I heard.
But is there a true message behind all these eerie lines,
Should you believe or not, is what will you find.
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