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Confessions

Satan had returned wearing a dress
Pulling at my mental, but I'm not stressed
She tried to line me up with all the rest
But I'm a loner by nature unlike the rest

Offered to drink of her cup
A chalice filled to the brim with lust
"Sit down with me and please do sup"
I have tasted greed and know the disgust

She offered me conversation in front of the fire
We spoke of pride, envy, and of Hell's desire
The fire had grown, the heat was intense
We threw in gluttony for it's sulfurous scent

Our conversation was slow and with sloth
We flickered around the fire like two moths
Satan stripped down and offered me to her bed
I was to bring Innocence, I brought Rage instead

The fire in her eyes
Had moved down to her lips
Had moved down to her hips
Had opened her thighs

Rage allowed me to mount her first
To eat my fill, then quench my thirst
Then just as Satan threw all doors open
I released Rage to tear through all doors opened

The smell, the taste, along with the screams
Has Satan confessing she likes our team
Rage leaned in and bit her jugular
Then we drank all the evidence just like two burglars
Written by I_IS_ME
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