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Satan and I, Part 1

My childhood was not one much remember. No father a mother that work to much and all these memories. But one thing unconcern. The walks and talks and the games and the things unsure of. I was eight years old and could not see, the way that Satan led me. Such words of comfort in a world so dark. He led me in the way of an evil heart. He taught me to play so many games, and allow me to give them names. All around my childhood days, were nothing but pimps and players, and con men bay. I seek to be just like them. But only to ware a difference hem. I learn those games so innocently. Only to find out the Satan played them on me. Don't get me wrong Satan was never a friend of mine. Just that his words caught my mind. One thing for sure you must know, I kept the bible and Yahweh's words close. But still I went that way, to go and play with the devil that day. He took me by the hands such an evil thing. And show me what men and women thinks. Their thoughts were cold and sad. Because they didn't understand the thing that Yeshua says. For all of them looked for sorrows, lust, and greed. And didn't care once where it led their souls to bleed. Just than the light of the lord shined. And told Satan that this man is mine. Now show him all he need to see and do not seek the rage in me. Satan reply, dear enemy of mine. Why does your light shine over mine? Free will you gave this matter. But yet you always seem to meddle. When I temp your only begotten son. Did you not come for the run? Now this soul I seek. And still you chase me. And the light of the lord spoke once more and say to the son of death born. No soul on this earth belong to you. But do as I decreed or another punishment you will bleed. With a loud roar the beast did shout, get out, out of this dreadful house. For all the souls that sins belong to me. And the children of dent. With all of this I dare not speak. But where did I belong in all of this.

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