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Lucifer's Touch
I howled, I cried, I wept Looked for him in every face, in every step To help me out of the maze He left me in And to bring me out He forgot He turned His back on me God went blind He heard me not Tormented, broken and shattered While I lay on the floor he came to me, Picking me up piece by piece Put me back together making me whole I now walk straight, face held high A permanent smirk on my face and A twinkle in my eye But sometimes When the wind blows hard and The sun shines bright, hurting the eye The cracks open, threatening to shatter and fall He comes out from the darkness enveloping my soul , makes me spit venom To curse, to hate. Teachs me the rules of the game. He walks by my side, never leaving me to die Showing me what I never saw before Making Fear my slave, I have on many a days seen dread in the eyes of death. My vulnerabilities, I have dug deep inside their graves, whose graveyard I'll never trod I now fear not a mortal soul For the Demon himself has become my God!
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