Soul Control
Soul Control
In the misty corridors of the soul,
I fight to maintain control.
If the truth be told in whole,
That is truly my goal.
Sometimes it takes it toll,
As Satan does his patrol.
I can’t get out of this hole,
It’s taking its toll.
To knock me off my game is his goal,
His tricks and temptations are ten fold.
Behold, I will not sell my soul,
For his silly sack of coal.
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