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Atë

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-

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Written by
leelan-farhan
Canadian
Published
Jul 16, 2013
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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

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