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Letter To Satan


No longer will I be the victim of your cruel game Your twisted trap, filled with violence, lust, and shame. You pulled me in, then threw me to the fray Pushed me down, from the Path, the Light, the Way. You pulled my strings, I heard your horrid laughter I've cut them now, you no longer are my master. You've lost control, no matter how hard you try Because I've chose to live, and not to die. You can't touch me, for I'm invincible You've lost, I'm no longer convincible. And now that I've broken your chaotic spell I won't be joining you, in the pits of hell.
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Princess-of-the-Sky
I loved this.

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