You have to know he is near, you have to know he is around
Perhaps sensing it in your fear or the feeling of being bound
You never know what he will do or what other things he'll try
But he's out to destroy you because he wants your soul to die
Again and again he'll attack seeking the easiest point of entry
Knowing all you lack helps in the defeating of one that's free
You walk around unprotected and don't even seem to care
The King of Kings you neglected and of this, he is aware
Why change what is finished, why push them God's Way
So the attacks diminish in just letting you have your say
Things go pretty well theres no need to call for God's Hand
Soon you can't even tell what you can't even begin to understand
The one who seeks to destroy you is finally on your side
And on you he sort of grew right along with your pride
he is sifting you like wheat but all this you can't see
So versed in deciept you don't realize you're not free
Luke 22: 31
“Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you,
that he might sift you like wheat,
The Devil Made Me Do It
He sits upon my shoulder
whispering awful things
and I dare not repeat
the nasty songs he sings.
He claims he is not evil
it’s was all just bad PR
that caused his fall from favor
when he was a rising star.
His days are long and scary
as he wanders Hades halls
with his ever present “hell” phone
but no one returns his calls.
He hisses to me meanly
of the things that might have been
if he hadn’t introduced her
to the origin of sin.
So now he rides my shoulder
not much smarter, only older,
claims he’s neither bad nor good
just a bit misunderstood.
1/21/2013
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Gosh-darn-it! Dog-gone-it! What’s THAT all about?
Somehow it feels better to spit out and shout
Offensive pain-remedies
(A string of obscenities)
Exorcizing demons by cussing them out
Don’t believe what you may see
for your eyes they do deceive thee
everything they say
poisoned with half truths and lies
only rumors to stifle our way
I couldn’t have done those things
none of that was real
just horrible awful dreams
there was no color
only lack of light
that could not have been me that night
It wasn’t like I had a choice
no not even my own voice
I wasn’t in control
the darkness took me over
trapped me in a room so cold
then it locked the door
You just don’t understand
the shadows they sometimes need me
their call I can’t defy
they whisper what I need to do
to them I must comply
it’s not me, its them to blame
the blood is on their hands
Know the beating of my heart's what’s real
it’s the only thing that is
beats each beat for the love I feel
together it says, forever it says
always, you are mine
I’d protect you with my last breath
put it all out on the line
I never would have hurt you
that’s the one thing I wouldn’t do
It wasn’t me, it couldn’t be
it’s not my fault, I have no guilt
this burden it won’t be mine
the devil made me do it
it was to him I built my shrine
One dark night sometime around three o clock,
I sensed a weird shadow stand above my bed.
I opened my eyes. What I saw came as shock:
A figure that was alive, yet came from the dead.
A hell-hound creature with tragus legs, a goat horn,
Sharp ears and a long black beard, was there.
''I am son of the Dark, of all children the firstborn''.
He said, while sparks of fire exploded in the air.
His words made my eyes blur and my mouth dry.
''Don't be afraid, I just want to propose a deal.
Let now your soul come to me and on me rely
I can promise you a life beyond of what is real''.
If after thousand years,I am still young and have it all
The Devil made me do it.I still grieve for my soul!
He makes me do such silly things,
Terror and trouble he surely brings.
Gum in hair, and sticks in wheels,
No care for how everyone feels.
Mud pies thrown through the sky,
Embarassed my sister in front of that guy.
Things i did i will not soon forget,
Uh-huh. the devil made me do it.
Sugar in salt, and salt in sugar,
Made my brother eat that booger.
Sorry is a word unsaid,
Hand in cup equals pee in bed.
I cannot say that i hold any regret,
The devil surely made me do it.
They say, to stick with the devil you know,
your inner heart's feelings,
they are never to show,
stay dilligent and strong,
throught all day long,
some say,
to put on a polker face,
no hint of emotion,
not even a trace,
The devil roars loud,
up inside of your head,
he thinks he's so proud,
as he's all dressed in red,
do we really need the devil to get through it?
or should we just say,
the devil made me do it.
Bedeviled by lust
He didn't wear red or have a cape
But oh, those brown eyes
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