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P.M Quinns - Now You See Me, Now You Don't

Adapted from the poem, Parasite (below) Parasite I’m touched of the gods, but I’ve drunk from the devil’s cup, so now you see me, now you don’t, I smile, but I still got the devil in me. This here is my face, I’ve got an even uglier one, got fangs under these shining teeth, 'cause I've got in me a wintry frigid thing. Was wired a halfwit, But I slurped all my brother’s brains, and I hear him inside my head, He lives in me. I think he is the devil. And he blames me so, I, lord-slave of the parasite, I, that has hauled him ceaselessly, E’en I that resorbed and saved his wretched being. So now you see me, and now you don’t ‘cause I’m not here. I’m a scrap off a larger thing, a fragment of the devil that lives in me. ©P.M Quinns