even when i was at my best
you called me worst
tied me to your pedestal
said i was first
even when i was tossing bottles
my trigger on burst
you sprinkled me with holy water
that made me thirst
even as i’m losing battle
you seem well-versed?
but all that seems to matter
we must be cursed
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…let’s call it a tie, the devil replied