Grasping at my soul
The devil played the music
As the night grew dark and cold.
The lightning struck and lit the sky
The mountains groaned aloud While the fires in hell burned stronger
The devil led me through the crowd.
Chained my heart and scorched my mind
The smell of death aroundI prayed a prayer for someone’s help
And sank into the ground.
Morning came and with it
My final grasping breathThe devil laughed and held me up
A symbol of his strength.
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