Were you the devil and I knew,
I'd still choose to follow you;
Even past the fiery gates,
To the depths where hell awaits;
I would not regret a moment,
I would not plead for atonement.
As heaven's fist starts to swing,
I would not regret a thing.
I would follow you to die;
It would still be you and I.
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Splashes of ink
PoesiaSplashes of ink on an empty page; Only growing darker with age. ======================== Poetry book