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Devotee
I no longer dare to touch you
For fear you might scream
I’m not surprised I repulse you
When I think of where I’ve been
I guess you murder children
Or rob the OAPs
You carry some kind of burden
To have earned a curse like me
Devotee, devotee, devotee, devotee
Devotee, devotee, that’s me
I no longer hope to see you
Except for in my dreams
...
Monday 12th April 2010 11:45 pm
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