I no longer dare to touch you

For fear you might scream

I’m not surprised I repulse you

When I think of where I’ve been

I guess you murder children

Or rob the OAPs

You carry some kind of burden

To have earned a curse like me

Devotee, devotee, devotee, devotee

Devotee, devotee, that’s me

I no longer hope to see you

Except for in my dreams

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