The time for your escape has come and gone
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What kept you here save your own curious mind?
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You say you’ve seen too much, and yet look on
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Where chaster souls would run, you glance behind
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Have you no ministering angels to consult?
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I have no power to decide your fate
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The choice was yours, but therein lies the fault:
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What good is choice when choice is made too late?
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What good is virtue but a thing to lose?
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What good are all the saintly attributes?
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We wear them on and off whene’er we choose
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To correspond with fashion, end disputes.
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If you should think to speak, say but a word
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And weigh it well. No explanation give
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To those who haven’t asked. What has occured
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Is nothing more than reciprocative
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Events without a price nor penalty
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You’ve nothing lost that I can say I’ve gained
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You’ve acted out your part adorably
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And for my part, I hope I’ve entertained.
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Manipulation
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| Emilie Autumn |
