The Devil

The Writing Hut

Used to walk on broken glass, but I never gave up
Tell you what baby, they all think I am crazy
They all say that the devil created my wayAnd you know what, I don’t care what they say
I can’t hear a word  they say, I go on my way
They better fear, they better scream
Because the devil didn’t lay the way for me
But because I am him

Blood and flesh, Bones and Soul
The worst of them all
It is all within me , but does that even bother me?
Does it even scare me ?
No, not at all because I am not scared of them all
I am not scared of some lord of darkness nor the lord of light
Why would I be?
Look how far I made it , I am still livin

To think that I have no more ink for my story
What a victory filled with glory for you…
I risked everything, I whispered into the night
When is it my time? Should I give up?
And the sound of the blues came to my earMy darkest fear was here
Did I die? I think not , it all started it
The new beginning of my life

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