Dimond Dust Devil
in the dust lives the devil
he sneaks up when you are unaware
just like and old friend he come around when you are down
he makes you think you are special
he doesn't show his true self if he did then he wouldn't win
he comes to all of us
trying to gether up his flock
he is punching a time clock
he want to take hold and steal your soul
in the end he only wins if you let him in
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
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