He played his games
leaving blisters of shame,
pushing me over the brink
as he poured my next drink.
The devil cared of nothing more than his coition,
no matter what my drunken condition.
He seemed more ecstatic and buoyant
when I’d be filled with annoyance,
he would pour me his elixir…
“I know that’ll fix her.”
Then one day the devil turned on his toy,
he prepared for her to be destroyed.
She was much too strong to keep falling down…
Which The devil himself was left only to frown.
No longer will I dance with the devil in red,
For I am not to live that kind of evil,
I’d rather not feel that dread.
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