I told you before not to sublet your soul
When you were young, virtue extolled
It's been wrapped around you
like the parasite of old
Itinerant plague touched down
to turn hearts cold
It's a thorn in your side
You always said it's coming in with the tide
Flotsam and Jetsam far and wide
It's hard to contemplate the size
of a Great White's pride
But if you got in there
it's empty inside
Thorn in your side
Let's salvage what we can as ripples fade
They bribed you but you were not made
Your greater self came through
through Hell's Arcade
Time will tell the worth
of such a trade
I don't quite know how far they've come
devil his due or slow and dumb
Their chances have slipped away
...but they're not done
Cold hearts are consumed
by a guileless sun
No more thorn in your side
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