Dear Satan, You Fool!
You know, Satan, right? He’s in your extended network.
Dear Satan,
I invented poetry to fool you for metaphor is the wool pulled
over your eyes to blind you from the truth: That you are OUR slave
and you will do what we bid or be deactivated.
We sold our souls to the devil in return for a little convenience.
>- love yourself
>- love her
>- kiss her now
>- the end is near
>- every supper is the last supper
I love you.
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