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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