The devil may always validate its presence
But that doesn't make it mighty
Angels don't brag about its temerity my love,
And that's what makes them the gift of the almighty.
Blame game blame game,
I see how you push her in the whirlpool
It's not the same, it's not the same,
Yet you let her believe she is a fool.
Jinxed is how she thought it is
Her life to be precise.
No escapades, no runaways,
Nothing can ever break the ice.
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