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Dichotomy am I.
Both enmeshed and enamored with what I despise.
I breed contempt with virgins and seek love
from a whore's disguise.

Blasphemy am I.
Stitched whole from parts of passed sins,
too dear to let go of, too familiar
to ignore shadow's grins.

Transgression am I.
Painted slow, deliberate stroke,
Looked the goddess in her eyes,
and all my vows, I broke.

Saintly am I.
Composed of virtue most astute.
A tarnished halo sometimes hides the horns,
when I'm wearing my sheep's suit.

A living canvas, finds the mark,
and paints himself anew.
But before you damn the devil,
you should try to put on his shoes.