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


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