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Ogre zeal

My soul is in your hands,

I bestow it to you, my love.

There was a time I cared about the world.

Clasped in your arms of the monstrosity,

I sense the home I was missing.

In your serenity beloved,

I fell for the patron of a demonic world.

The way you handled all my sufferings,

without even touching my injuries.

I feel vacant as it’s hard to love a Satan,

Unwillingly desirable, completely shaken.

If devil love is bibulous, I don’t want a benefactor.

And even if he’s pretending,

I would prefer this over any blissful world.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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