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Jul 2013
You tried to sculpt me out of white stone
But the Underworld is my comfort zone
Evil is all I'll ever know

You tried to put a crown on me
Made of vines and green leaves
But I've sinned too much to look like Eve

I'm not an angel, no feathers in my spine
You can stick them on with tape
But my scales will still shine

                        *-lf-
Atë is the Greek goddess of mischief, ruin, delusion and folly.
Shoutout to my friend Monica: I said the line "I've sinned too much to look like Eve" to her and she responded with "sounds like a line out of a song". And so this formed.

© Leelan Farhan
    July 16 2013
Leelan Farhan
Written by
Leelan Farhan  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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   Morgan, ---, madeline may and Elise
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