You make the devil cease beinga mythical beast
You standing over there with an evil grin
pasted on that shapeless thing you call a face
Your burning eyes have followed me around like prey
drilling holes in my back
waiting for an opening in my moment of weakness
to find shelter in my soul,
to cause havoc in my life.
Your presence in my domicile
was known way before you took shape
Your demonic pressure straining down on my shoulders
But you have misjudged my leanness for weakness
because in all this bone
there is the will;
the will to fight for righteousness,
the will to live a life as clean as possible
Throwing diminutive gifts my way
cannot bend my trust in The One above
Laugh away while you still can
I think...
I'm about to bury a hatchet in you head!!!
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