count them all out of the game,
the two of us left.
all the same,
a sin is a sin, a theft is a theft.
all the saints on the murals are sad,
deity statue's silhouette straighten,
He chose me, He said
"not a hostage, but a loved maiden".
but i'm split in two, and it's maddening.
i strive for devotion.
whatever is happening -
i show no emotion.
but internally, i've got the cuffs on
by free will of mine.
i attached myself to you,so.
i crave divine.
mole
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