Some say it comes before the fall-
It had not, it came after, or during.
All that came before was happiness,
And it began to fade away.
She began to forget, she called less,
Every other day became weeks away.
She forgot everything done for her.
A new man, a pleasant distraction.
She sent me a message sometime,
Then lost interest, left me behind.
Without a pang of remorse or guilt,
She played me like playing her violin.
Yesterday she came to me once more.
I could not let my heart twinge again,
So I passed her by, I ignored her.
Let her learn how it feels, how I feel,
A servant, unnoticed by their lord.
I am Lucifer, betraying my god.
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