If no evil roamed
heavenly this place would be,
but I would be disowned,
for the devil I blame you see;
I find upon lips,
and no rights to seam
the wrongs I kiss.
If the devil left
I would no longer be able to taste
different hearts, lest
the goodness that would then be baste,
and it would seep through, all I'm not;
living would be naught,
for heaven I am not ready.
Erroneous is needed to keep life steady
life's no fun if you can't make a mess,
shameful but true, I love my sins, I confess.
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