Every creation myth needs a devil
"And it's the devil I love.
That's as funny as real love
And that's as real as true love."
All we want is someone to grow old with
Someone to do all the stuff with
We deceive ourselves into thinking
That we really want what we can't have
Sometimes we get it
We're more alone than before
That other-sex version of ourselves
In the living room mirror
Is what our heart wants
Though the groin tries to lie.
The devil I love is the
Story woven by the groin
Up the bloodstream to the brain.
The devil of creation
Has a name but is nameless
It is just what we want
But can't have.
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