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I sold my soul for birth control,

The poisoned filled pen was tragically trembling in my pliant hand as I scribbled my signature on the dotted line.

I sold my soul for birth control,

The Devil's dark, malignant laugh sent shivers down my feeble spine.

I sold my soul for birth control,

My future remains hospitalized and in critical condition after my internal car crash.

I sold my soul for birth control,

Like a hometown hero making the game winning free throw, I tossed the box of corrupted condoms off of the backboard and into the trash.

I sold my soul for birth control,

And I devoured a delicious bite from the forbidden fruit.

I sold my soul for birth control,

To the abortion clinic I took the quickest and most controversial route.

I sold my soul for birth control,

I place the toxic tablet on my tongue as my innocence forever fades away.

I sold my soul for birth control,

The pill may be white, but all I taste are the infinite splendid shades of gray.



...I hold the rosary beads in my hand and painfully pray as all of my forgiveness is flushed down the toilet bowl,

Sadly we two soul mates must plot out a different fate, because I selfishly sacrificed my soul...



I sold my soul for birth control,

I viciously ripped out my guardian angel's wings and stabbed her in the back.

I sold my soul for birth control,

On the day of my wedding, the once white dress will now be saturated with the deepest shades of red and black.

I sold my soul for birth control,

But gave my virtuousness away for free.

I sold my soul for birth control,

A few branches broke off before they even had a chance to grow on the family tree.

I sold my soul for birth control,

Watch me cry an ocean of tears as I consume this capsule satiated with cyanide.

I sold my soul for birth control,

Take a trip with me exclusive of a seatbelt strapping your corpse in on this religious roller coaster ride.

I sold my soul for birth control,

The golden cup was retrieved but the second chances of salvation we could no longer save.

I sold my soul for birth control,

Tomorrow we dig Purity's grotesque grave.



...As your sword of flesh gently pierces my precious flower, the narcissistic mistakes begin to take their tragic toll,

I cannot join your blissful side in Heaven, because Satan already owns my shattered soul...