The Devil...
Sometimes sits on my shoulder...
whispering evil words,
making my blood run colder.

Holding him at bay,
ignoring his constant taunts
He does not give in
he knows what he wants

To turn my heart black
as black as a miners coal....
It's my conscience he wants
the core of my very soul.

He hears my inner thoughts
plays on my pain...
Choose me this time
watch what you will gain.

Seldom do I give in
and cause pain where he says is needed...
They hurt you my Sherri a'more
choose me, he constantly pleaded.

Vengeance is mine, he says
his voice dripping with fresh blood
Make them pay this time
Please. I wish you would.

Tempting my goodness
and fooling my heart
He made his way in
His plan from the start.

The plot thickens
as the devil takes his due...
faster than a speeding bullet
he took out you and a few.

Think twice before you give in
to that boiling pit on fire
Revenge is of the devil
and he is ready for hire.

You always have a choice
between good and bad...
careful what you choose
and loose what you had.

If ever you doubt
he comes to kick ass and take names..
Beware of the saying
The Devil Made Me Do it...your soul he claims.
















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