I know where you hide
And I know all your lies
Telling yourself each day
You have given yourself away
As damned as you seem,
The pleasures are intoxicating.
You are the machine in the factory,
Producing sins every week.
Your eyes smell of devil
You innocent smile is beguiling
Your soul is always up for evil,
Attracting the bad deeds.
Your complexity is servile.
They burn in it at an ant’s speed
Giving you the sadistic pleasure of a sweet retreat.
You and your devilish insights.