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Jul 2014
Some say you
are the devil incarnate,
an evil witch,
poisonous to everything,
anyone who cares
to come close.

Well that **** doesn't matter to me,
people can say what they want.
I've been flirting with disaster
since Hell began.
In fact, they call me
Satan Junior.
But in reality,
I'm just a good boy
gone wild,
walking on the edge
& I crave black magic...
so bring it on,
put a spell on me,
witchie-poo!
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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