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Delilah

Daughter of Lucifer,
Delilah,
You had me yesternight and left before dawn,

Oh my dreadlocks! Who cut my hair?
How could I have known that even your tasteful lips could hide vicious intentions?

I thought your feelings for me were true?
I thought your love was unconditional, Damn the Philistines.

Now I lie in wait for my own condemnation..
How has pleasures of the flesh caused my ruin?

As I sleep in death, if I awake in the great beyond; I pray the Lord my soul to take…

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