Know Yourself So That You May Never Fool Yourself
Only a woman can love a monster.
I am not a sinner,
I am sin itself.
My very existence, presense, and purpose is to corrupt.
To take what you believe in and sew it together, that you may tear apart at your seams.
I am not,
I am not a sinner.
I am,
I am sin itself.
Pray that one day, a woman can love the monster inside...
My existence is what picks you up when you are down, yet carries you to all the wrong places. My presence creates soothing discomfort, driving you away from who you are, into what you'll never need. The corruption you'll receive will be masked by a kiss, your first of this kind, to hide the pain and suffering I truly intend to plant within you.
I am not!
I am not a sinner!
I am,
I am sin itself...
I put together what you believe in, only to watch you fall apart.
Only a woman can love a man,
I pray someday a woman will love the monster inside of me...
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