What I really want to do through this poem
Is steal your soul.
My hope is that by sending you this strange, arcane message,
You will come to worship me like a god,
And in turn, that your entire life span
Will be added to my own.
Please, however, don't let that frighten you away.
I'd like to think of myself as a benign god
Who will take your soul and treat it to a warm bath
And a cup of tea
Before absorbing it through my giant mouth
Which at the moment is moving to the rhythm of these words.
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