Death came fast in which I wish I had known,
To us the after life was never shown,
Our lost souls wish to stay,
But the devils trying to take our withering souls away,
I try to grasp onto what little life I thought I had,
But in an instant I felt the devils grab,
I kick and I kick him away,
He says ill be back soon, maybe today,
I look down and see his imprint on me,
Lord please have mercy on me,
I feel the pain each time I look upon my scar,
Each time it gets a little more hard,
The imprint resembles the temptation and guilt laid on me,
**** the devil and what I see,
He comes back every day to retrieve my soul,
But it continues to say no,
Each time my resistance weakens,
Soon it will break my beacons,
I don't want to wither away,
***** the devil and the temptations he throws my way !