Wisdom never knew much in the form of love. Never knew much in the splendor of loyalty. Solomon doesn’t grace this stage, the Jinn don’t recognize this feud, Satan doesn’t even fuck with us. Because I love you, I am you. Echoes in my body sound like your laugh. But you. You were never me. You never had my scent. You never had my craving for the carnal. I feel like a cannibal in the wilderness. Oh, its the flesh, the flesh that I crave. And you controlled temptation like Mary’s son. You, we, I damn I think I sacrificed much of sanity for your happiness.