Accuser
Accuse the Accuser. O' Satan, my worst friend.
You'll be there til the very end.
Subtle schemes and hate filled lies,
all these bitter woes and whys.
My wicked heart leads me astray,
as soon as i forget to pray.
Burning fire, consuming lust,
Loss of love, and hope, and trust.
Copyright © Chris Tian | Year Posted 2014
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