Maybe if we ink cupid,
life won't crash stupid.
The more I ink love,
the less evil shove.
When I get to inking,
my mind gets to thinking.

Thinking about the best way,
to make a happy day,
without the devils evil play.
But the more we lovingly ink,
the more the devil tries to sink.
His book is already wrote,
it makes it easier to sink our boat.

It's very hard competing,
with the devil always deleting.
For every loving thought,
the devil pitches multiply evil drought.
It becomes a game,
of hot evil flame.
It takes very strong water,
to put out the evil fire starter.

So I ink love hard,
trying to flip the devils card.
He always stays two steps ahead,
some day I know I'll be dead,
but the fight is worth the chill,
to throw a monkey wrench,
in the devils thrill.
So I will lovingly ink,
until I finally sink.

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