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damned by the

wreaking karma

that shrouded me

after the fall

i came to realize

that being human

is overated afterall

the torch of love

dont burn me

but scalds like

a consciences shreiking call

stalled now i am

while all your love

revolved around me

myself i do astound

a slob i guess

ill never be



dont look the other way

i am not blinded by

this conceit

my scandal is

of a lesser evil

than deceit



i can never

touch a virgin

neither can i fall

for one

thats how it is

for angels who

just got bored of heaven.