Someone as myself is not worthy of poscessing such a thing for even a moment from a person as yourself.
As my heart is shattered,
Very foreseebable I guess for you,
I find refuge in the arms of a deciever,
A lier,
A sinner, but mostly...
A cheater.
I may walk on a very thine line on this Earth, but among all those whom shalt not judge me, you are the only who shall, because the only who is it fit to judge...is someone such as yourself.
Shall I bow?
Should I beg for mercy as my executioner raises his scythe?
If I were to learn the ways of a god, would you like me to forget them?
Do you not want us to be equal?
Nay, I do not want us to be equal.
For if I were to become a demon following a rise in power, I would look at myself in the mirror and see a demon, not a god.