A Night With the Devil

Jan 04, 2023

He caught me whilst young,

So skilled with my tongue,

To worship his cock,

The key to his lock,

Leaving me open within,

Exposed to his sin,

Abandoned in kind,

Once plucked from the vine,

No words had he spoken,

Though he left me his token,

His seed in my womb,

My fate sealed on the loom,

Thus woven by fate,

His lusts did I sate,

His gift given in turn,

My soul did he burn,

Left with a babe,

His in naught but a name,

An heir to the throne,

‘Pon which all sins atone

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