The devil poses as sweet roses on a twisted vine,
I'm paralyzed by the beauty and temptation,
knowing what I admire and my every dirty desire,
It must be fun to flaunt something I won't have,
What might be the motive behind the devilish thoughts?
Why torture the dead with such a forbidden life?
I can't live with this animal anymore,
I don't see the joy in this uninhabitable sorrow,
Stop with the unimagined dreams!
Stop with those false revelations of lies!
Leave me here to dwell on tomorrow without this
So I can live these days with my eye wide open
and my mind free from the likes of confusion.
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