I turn to God,
He laughed and turned me away,
I turned to the Devil, and He
said let's play.
For forty years I hid from the sun
and cavorted into the night.
This macabre of black magic won
over the righteous fight.
But one day, I became old
and
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...
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