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You used to be a person, they told you it was swell, Temptation slept, uncertain, but on those thoughts you'd never dwell. They told you independence was resplendent and complete, Don't pretend you can defend it, never meant what you'd repeat.
For like a pendant is dependent on the neck on which it leans, You need a gent to be perfected, one who sets your new decrees. He expects to be presented with a pretty piece of meat, Since disrespect will get you wet, a bitch defects from each belief.
You used to be a person, but it didn't suit you well, Temptation hid, a lurking in the darkest roots of Hell. Now an ornamental whore whose meant to serve His darkest needs, Just a pretty decoration is all you were starved to be.
😈 Sadistic Empath,😈 🎄 The Decorator of Holes 🕳️🕳️🕳️
