Speak of the Devil
So when he came last night
A battle we did fight
This verocity, he felt my bite
With survival I did fight
Absorbing pain, my delight
My limitations outa sight
I know no fright!
Outa fire and smoke he came
My soul to tame
His thoughts are lame
Satans to blame
For I know this game
Yes it has a name
And it's always the same
If you don't know I can't say
Then they'll come your way
At night, or even the day
Maybe not, maybe may
They will come no delay
Your soul to slay
They want you to obey
Never say yes
This is no guess
You'll be in a mess
This I do confess
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