The shit that life throws at you tells you when to take a shower,
and I get cleaner by the hour.
I walk into the maelstrom, and I do not cower,
though it's much like baking without any flour.
When I end up captured at the top of the tower,
the love potions they feed me continue to sour.
The devil, without human beings, has no power.
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