Your Suspicions Will Never Grow
What you gonna do now you know?
What are you going to do?
I've seen all the ages of your kind
I've seen all that your humanity can do!
Now you think you know what I am
How can you hurt me?
When you know that I'm not alive and not dead
How can you stand in front or challenge me when you know I command the army of the dead?
What you gonna do?
Somehow tell on me?
Somehow convince others what it is you think you know?
They'll laugh at your insanity
Your suspicions will never grow
You can ask one question that I'll answer
But each word will cost you one of your loved ones souls
What you gonna do now about me?
If I choose to I can blink one blink to break all of your bones
As we stand here in the rain falling
Each drop could represent a soul taken
A soul consumed by me, a soul that now I own.
There are forces alive and happening
There are good and bad and then me
I'm here to crush someone I don't see
But I know one day he'll have to face me
Go away little man, go away from me
Go away and go mad knowing what you know
Go drive yourself into your own insanity
Knowing that I exist and that I you can't overthrow
What you gonna do now you know about me?
What do you really think I am, wait....I know
That makes me smile 'cos you don't know
You found some things out about me
You found some keys to doors where you shouldn't go
But they only gave you a glance at the real me
I'm no ghost, I'm no demon, no fallen angel
This is Satan standing here in front of you, you know.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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