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You think you've won part of me back again,
and part of me away from him.

Delusions and trickery manipulations of heart
with mind do nothing to divert the soul

The soul has infinte memory
yours will soon be dead in enough time.

The why and what fors?; flaunt themselves in my mind,
this sycophantic needfullness an inconvenience at best

I cannot change what I am, not for your light
I am covered by his darkness, bound beautifully!

You think this age old seduction,
this karmic distraction hinging on destruction is a trial passed;

But it is no way near where you think;
again, it has only just begun...