Tales You Win, Heads We Lose

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Enough with death-haunted verse.

Flay me, filet me, haunted priestess.

Betrayal is ugly, life's a bitch.

All I wanted was the best for us.​​​

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That's rich, coming from an ox, 

Who should know what I wanted was to be

Partners, equals, a bit of immortality.

Not so much to ask, wouldn't you agree?.

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Yes, there was a path. No more.

All is evil now, you and I are done.

You can protest, not that it would matter. 

You'll do what you mustn't, just don't use a gun. ​

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