Panda Eyes
Staring with your dark panda eyes,
Lips hinting a smile,
The carrot offering
You beckon me
To play your game of souls.
Will I be redeamed or damned?
I fear death is the promise of those eyes
Camouflaged in an angelic visage.
Like a whore peddling sex
At an anti-disestablishmentarianism convention,
I am ripped from my element.
Wary of the risks,
Searching those secretive panda eyes,
Tentively, I offer my soul.
Damnded or redeemed I play.
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