The Devil's Potion
The intoxicating aroma,
Now diffused in the air-
Manufactured illicitly,
In the devil's lair.
The grace of it all,
Its undeniable scent,
Angels stand by screaming REPENT!
An unfamiliar temptation,
Disguised for you to fall deep,
Before you realize the truth,
His bad luck will be yours to keep.
Watching out for the sighns,
The outstanding Q's,
You only have one chance,
Either win or lose.
This is not jazmine flowers,
Nor expensive lotion,
The only scent that is established to kill,
Is no other than the devil's potion.
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