The devil is weak,
Trying to speak.
I don’t believe-That the words that he say,
Can keep me upbeat,
And could really delete,
Me, from this world that I hate, but also love, till the day I leave,
Then I’ll soon be complete. More than free.

I leave it be.
For when I do speak,
that all of these words are orderly said and doesn’t cause havoc and destruction that clumps up inside my head.