The Devil

My mind sees a different world that i don't live in.

The sick thoughts going through the brain.

The blood and the slatter having somebody feel my pain.

Voices in my head telling me Go Head !

Telling me i will never be who i really want to be.

Saying load the gun. The voice says the games has begun.

Shoot ! Shoot ! Shoot!  yells like thunder.

Yes I shoot but I shoot the man.

The man who is the Devil !

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