Code of Sin
They lack the programming needed to control me yet,
They plague my mind with wants and needs,
Covering up everything that's me,
Do I disappear no I just get stronger,
They may have taken much from me,
But I'm not their father,
It's like looking at husks in hell watching them scurry around,
Did you ever think your master was what goes down,
Even a devil lives to tell the tale,
A snake amongst fixtures of one up for sale,
Salesmen yes,
Hellbound no,
Because it created fancy......
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