Why do you let me live
When you know I need to die?
I never had a thing to give
... To all your asking 'why.'
Yet, I'll send you running
Away from me again,
With such a keen cunning
You'll think me your best friend.
All the while I am the foe
You never would suspect
Who steals from you that I might grow -
Your Dark God-elect.
So of course you will not kill
Because I have such a charm
As to take over your will
And from God your life disarm.
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