Tell me your secrets.
I'll then feed you lies.
In the guise of a priest,
I could not care the least.
Weep in your sorrow.
Lend my voice to your cries!
Help you plan your attack.
Then slip the blade in your back.
Let me hear your confession.
Come let us be friends.
See how far you will sink,
after one little drink?
You see trust is the key.
You must lower your guard.
for you'll lay your soul bare,
if you feel that I care.
Then when you're sucked dry
I'll just find someone new.
And get better each day
as my soul slips away.
Calypso@nebulae.net
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