The Devil
The Devil
He’s been here since the beginning of time;
He controls all evil and causes all crime.
He makes us believe it is ok to kill;
He wants your soul, so he offers you free will.
He’s always stood against us and he’s always been the same.
Completely insane.
He is the master of dark arts, suffering and pain.
He was here when Jesus walked the land
And he has your soul in the palm of his hand.
It’s the dead of night; I hear demons cry like the end is in sight;
They scream and yell to cause us a fright.
Something growls from beneath, I see rotten wreaths;
The living are now the deceased.
I am the bringer of death, the evil one;
The death of love, the fallen son.
The child of Heaven descended to Hell;
Now nobody is safe from me, The Devil.
(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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