I’m fighting a ************* battle
The devil’s on my shoulder
Whispering to me like the sharp whistling breeze before a storm
Revenge seduces my mind
A true salesman
Giving his final pitch before he takes all that you have
Karma, you devious woman
Pass me the baton
So that I can pay a visit to the unprincipled *****
But then there’s the angel – so ethereal, so divine
You penetrate my mind like a sword piercing an enemy’s heart
With your unclouded light tickling my judgement
The darkness and the bright
Jousting at each other in barbarous combat
Both hungry for the win
Victory is yet to be claimed...
sa
27.9.18
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
I’m fighting a ************* battle
The devil’s on my shoulder
Whispering to me like the sharp whistling breeze before a storm
Revenge seduces my mind
A true salesman
Giving his final pitch before he takes all that you have
Karma, you devious woman
Pass me the baton
So that I can pay a visit to the unprincipled *****
But then there’s the angel – so ethereal, so divine
You penetrate my mind like a sword piercing an enemy’s heart
With your unclouded light tickling my judgement
The darkness and the bright
Jousting at each other in barbarous combat
Both hungry for the win
Victory is yet to be claimed...
sa
27.9.18
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