Schism

Oh! How my patience wears thin, The girl I called my love Did not tell me of her twin! This event caused me confusion, Evermore. I cannot tolerate this intrusion Devil whore! Or art thou an innocent? so quiet and so meek. reeking of heaven's-scent or alluring so-to-speak. I cannot remember the one I loved before. was it the soft-spoken child? OR WAS IT THE DEVIL WHORE?!