His demons slept with my thoughts,
and now I'm stuck with the outcome.
His greasy fingertips smeared the stained glass,
and his to ngue seduced my emotions.
He found my hidden sanctuary,
and blessed me with my nightmares
I have forgiven him for his sin,
but my lord has damned me for mine.

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