Poetry

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I'll be there, when you finally flatline,
for I've worked so hard, to make you mine.
And for that moment, have I so long waited,
and with great patience, have anticipated.
To speed the process, I really have tried,
and the truth from you, I've done my best to hide.
And I have to admit, that I"ve done very well,
for you believe not, in heaven or Hell.
And though my plans, he tries disrupting,
the hold I have, does keep corrupting.
The booze and drugs to keep you high,
or the beautiful creatures, that tempt your eye.
Such a feeble mind, so easy to steer,
even though the path, he has made clear.
And as the days pass, does my confidence grow,
for you believe in all, that you think you know.
So I have no fear, to admit these things,
for it is I, that pulls your strings.

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