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I Know The Devil
The devil held me,
in his sinful hands,
unwilling to let what was left of me
have a chance at something good.
He took me by the throat,
forced my words back,
and yet he sees me as something to gloat
on to his aquaintances.
But I know the devil,
what he hides,
his faults of which I revel
every night and every day.
The devil stumbles,
he tortures,
he cries,
he drinks,
and he took me apart limb from limb,
his failed prodigy.
I am not good enough for the devil,
and no more is he good for me.
© smolman
in his sinful hands,
unwilling to let what was left of me
have a chance at something good.
He took me by the throat,
forced my words back,
and yet he sees me as something to gloat
on to his aquaintances.
But I know the devil,
what he hides,
his faults of which I revel
every night and every day.
The devil stumbles,
he tortures,
he cries,
he drinks,
and he took me apart limb from limb,
his failed prodigy.
I am not good enough for the devil,
and no more is he good for me.
© smolman
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