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Jan 27
Alone I am
Idle man I become
A worker of the devil I am
Cloud of darkness is above me
Pouring out drops of sin like rain on my head
I smell unclean outside and inside me
Because I choose to be the devil's tool

A contract I was offered by the devil
A contract which hard to break
Happy I was at first
I never knew this happiness will not be my story at the end
I can say I am dead
For sin is feeding on me slowly
If you see a simile on my face
It is fake and it will fade away
For the devil have taken my smile away from face
For sadness has taken it's place

A way out
My master claims not possible
I used to believe this
Till I found the grand master
Who had broken this contract long time ago
Who is greater than all
For only him is my savior
Only him has the strength to pull me out of this ditch
Only him can clean this ****  painted on my face

My knees touch the soul of the ground
My hands up
For I am a run away son
For I left life for death
Mercy I beg
Your hand I need
For only you can save me from this cause I brought upon myself

© Happiness Enobong Inyang
The devil's contractor
Happiness Enobong Inyang
Written by
Happiness Enobong Inyang  20/M/Akwa Ibom state, Nigeria
(20/M/Akwa Ibom state, Nigeria)   
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