Raised as a pious
I still choose him as my ace.
so hard to replace
something that sacred.
I fell from Grace
when I made my heart fall
All wrapped in one
he's so my blessing and sin
I didn't realize his phenomenon
Until he left
Now I want him back.
Nothing prepared me for the whack.
I'm a sinner and he is the devil
his touch that made me cede.
allowing him to plant a garden
I guess the rain was just half that effect.
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