True Blood
Lead me unto temptation
with offerings of forbidden fruit,
While simultaneously
citing scripture and
Brandishing sins of impiety....
Project illusions of
non-existent fairy tales,
So that I may delude myself with their
subterfuge yet another day......
....Before reality rears its ugly head
and all that is left are the charred remains
of my naive convictions....
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