Clothed in guilt and shame
Collectively detecting transcendence
Pure beauty is her mind's attention
Rush of dopamine and oxytocin
The synapses insist that
A sublime harmony exists that
Must be worth saving
As to whether this is something objectively true
Is this the same for me as it is for you?
Her mind is ephemeral
Has evil chosen her?
That lying, specious demon of hers
It must surely a part in this
Her memories are snuffed out
Can’t remember her name
She's changed her tune
But all around her stayed the same
Slow whispers enfold her
As their kindling draws about her
With a quiet asphyxiation
Turn from original sin
Is this the same for me as it is for you?
Her mind is ephemeral
Has evil chosen her?
That lying, specious demon of hers
It must surely a part in this
Her memories are snuffed out
Can’t remember her name
She's changed her tune
But all around her stayed the same
Slow whispers enfold her
As their kindling draws about her
With a quiet asphyxiation
Turn from original sin
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