Perish these lips
for they have been poisoned
by, not a man,
but a beast!
One who has
taken the love
that she gave, and
with it, he feasted.
He gave not in return.
In turn, the soul
of an angel soon
became a demon.
A grief, looking for
justice. Only to be
found in the body
of his dead lover.
Oh perish these lips
with a double edge.
Slice them off, with
none to replace them.
For a new pair
of lips on the same soul
would only soon
make the same mistake.
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