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Artiste: Disappearing Pencil Trick (The)
Titre: The Devil's Concubine

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So I got
On my knees
And started to pray
That he would
Just break down
The door and
Take me away
And chastise me
For my uncouth ways
But while I am
Stuck down here
Salvation will just
Not do it for me

They said I am
Just a bad girl
That they were
Simply punishing me
But I can't help
To love how
Their torture truly
Reaches for places
Deep inside
My cheap desire
To feel enough pain
So the prince
Will come running to my aid

I am supposed to
Feel strong
To humor those
Who are not
Endowed with
The will to
Have their dream
One delusion away

So I will march
With my back
Bowed towards
Heaven hoping
For an angel
To lift me
Off of the
Rail that dares
To make me
Feel like my
Purity has been
Tarnished by a
Few shades of
Innocent sin

Do not call
Me a whore
This is my art
This is my
Self-expression
I refuse to
Live in an
Ivory tower of pity
And false hope
I would much rather
Drown in a pool of my own
Writhing temptation
So that I
Can be buried
Under the feet
Of that which I seek
So that his
Heel will forever
Stand on top
Of my heart
Squeezing my stupidity 
And dependence
From my cold veins