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May 2013
The devil preys on the weak
So he slips in while I sleep
And says you'll work for me
I reluctantly agree
He has control over my being
He controls all I am seeing
All of my bleeding
And the death of the innocent i will be feeding
He hands me a gun
And says I'll love you like a son
Says he will give me the compassion I always needed
But in a fashion that makes me no longer a human being
Gives me the sins that calms my nerves
I am forever addicted to the life style I have learned
The fight inside me lives dormant
But if you harm who I love
I will begin the torment
Your defeat
I have sworn it
And to a degree
I have earned it
Because I've over come who I was
But he still lives inside me
The hate that I pop
Make it so he is thriving
I hate who I am
A hollow ******* man
A portal for the evil
A mortal for the ******
Ayllon Chalif
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Ayllon Chalif
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