Of course it's the same old story
Freshly disguised every century
Of that poor brilliant scholar Lucifer
If you don't love me I will kill you
And fuck you in your grave
Of course he's in love with power
And envies the bodily beauty
Of those two naked ones over there
Representative of all slow learners
But doesn't the fact that it must
Be repeated over and over again
Imply a new unwritten ending
Not even the author can supply
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