I believe I met the devil
And he tried to **** me
No horns did he have
In fact on the contrary
He was fine
And even better he was mine
Or so I thought
Cause love grew even after
Years of waiting and all the debating
Of whether or not
I should let him partake of the goodies
He seemed to have waited
And after all the begging
I gave in and became engulfed
**** I became a fiend for lied in between
It was like a dream and I readily shared myself
And shared all I had cause he was my man
Or so I believed
Even through years of tears
And extreme paranoia
I couldn't break free
There was such an overwhelming presence
That had a hold on me
The devil, a chameleon
Whose colors change as the wind blows
Creative liar and deceptive
Adaptable to playing games
Cause he learned how to be a
Master magician to survive
Enter I who had the nerve to believe
Simply because I conceived
Leopards would lose stripes and choose me
Depressed and stressed
And so disillusioned
But under a hypnotic spell
Trapped in a living hell of mental torment
A sick parody
Cause the reality is
I'd never let someone run over me
Intentionally
How could this be
Better yet, where's the real me
Lost and confused
Chest compressed **** how can I be blessed
Awakened by visions of years of bad decisions
Made my heart stricken as I pant for breath
Cause images of famine and death
Was much more than I could fathom
Life passing me by became my anthem
The subtle whispers of despair was introduced to me
And seduced me effortlessly
Caught in a web of drama and demise
Soul so vexed look in my eyes
Yet steadily believing I was a prize
And to my surprise I was just entangled in the web
With many other victims
I began to pray and ask God
To get me away
Free me from hexes and magical powers
That apparently had overpowered me
He reached in and saved me
And separated me and gave me
Fresh wind, better visions
And a new friend
He gave me provision and I made a decision to stay free
And truly do what's best for me
And finally I can breathe without toxic air
Depression, grief or hopeless despair
I look back and realize I met the devil
And he tried to **** me and **** my dreams
But God is so merciful
By him I'm redeemed
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
I believe I met the devil
And he tried to **** me
No horns did he have
In fact on the contrary
He was fine
And even better he was mine
Or so I thought
Cause love grew even after
Years of waiting and all the debating
Of whether or not
I should let him partake of the goodies
He seemed to have waited
And after all the begging
I gave in and became engulfed
**** I became a fiend for lied in between
It was like a dream and I readily shared myself
And shared all I had cause he was my man
Or so I believed
Even through years of tears
And extreme paranoia
I couldn't break free
There was such an overwhelming presence
That had a hold on me
The devil, a chameleon
Whose colors change as the wind blows
Creative liar and deceptive
Adaptable to playing games
Cause he learned how to be a
Master magician to survive
Enter I who had the nerve to believe
Simply because I conceived
Leopards would lose stripes and choose me
Depressed and stressed
And so disillusioned
But under a hypnotic spell
Trapped in a living hell of mental torment
A sick parody
Cause the reality is
I'd never let someone run over me
Intentionally
How could this be
Better yet, where's the real me
Lost and confused
Chest compressed **** how can I be blessed
Awakened by visions of years of bad decisions
Made my heart stricken as I pant for breath
Cause images of famine and death
Was much more than I could fathom
Life passing me by became my anthem
The subtle whispers of despair was introduced to me
And seduced me effortlessly
Caught in a web of drama and demise
Soul so vexed look in my eyes
Yet steadily believing I was a prize
And to my surprise I was just entangled in the web
With many other victims
I began to pray and ask God
To get me away
Free me from hexes and magical powers
That apparently had overpowered me
He reached in and saved me
And separated me and gave me
Fresh wind, better visions
And a new friend
He gave me provision and I made a decision to stay free
And truly do what's best for me
And finally I can breathe without toxic air
Depression, grief or hopeless despair
I look back and realize I met the devil
And he tried to **** me and **** my dreams
But God is so merciful
By him I'm redeemed
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