The devil's image forms in my mind,
As he commandeers my thoughts.
My endless resistance proves to be futile,
As I willingly do what he's sought.
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In the end I'm left with grief,
Resting my head in the flames,
Burning away my innocence,
Leaving my bright soul stained.
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With a charred self image my paranoia grows,
And with every glimpse my shame overwhelms.
Every thought leaves my mind wanting death,
A slate cleaning move that will purify my realm.
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My kingdom has been invaded,
For some random evil deed.
The satanic lust for joy
Has planted its wretched seed.
