What's In A Name?
Lured into a devils clutch,
His fallen apple lay,
As his fork-ed tongue of silver line, his charm and beautiful face, is poised above this apple, anxiously waiting, come what may.
A fallen apple? Why choose this? His star crossed spirit named?
His lust the only answer, for what he now had mamed
This apple only wanted for this devil to rightly shine, not knowing who he was for sure, but wanted all to see, the majestic being it loved so well already felt himself divine.
This spirit crossed so many lines, And for this devil yearned,
but ,fallen apple, was foresight named, for a teaching yet unlearned.
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His fallen apple lay,
As his fork-ed tongue of silver line, his charm and beautiful face, is poised above this apple, anxiously waiting, come what may.
A fallen apple? Why choose this? His star crossed spirit named?
His lust the only answer, for what he now had mamed
This apple only wanted for this devil to rightly shine, not knowing who he was for sure, but wanted all to see, the majestic being it loved so well already felt himself divine.
This spirit crossed so many lines, And for this devil yearned,
but ,fallen apple, was foresight named, for a teaching yet unlearned.
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