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Blasphemy
Denial Be The Devil’s Friend.
Tarnished Gold, O So Dull.
Has The Mirror Such A Pull?
Smoking Like A Chimney With A Purple Glazed Stare.
Are You There? I Know The Truth.
I Just Can’t Get It Arranged.
Your Arrogant Ways Have Left You
Ignorant And Evil.
Denial Be The Devil’s Friend.
He Keeps My Name In Mind,
Though Never Far Behind,
The Pleasant Dreams Of Youth,
So Bittersweet To Dine.
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Friday 17th May 2019 3:52 pm
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