Devil in me
I had tasted life and even been to hell
The scriptures warns of adultery
Murder, envy and idolatry
But i was possessed to cast spell
As it was mandatory
My home became the cemetery
There was no day without a sin
Stealing, killing and abortion
Coped together like glass and gin
I hated their admonition
As the preacher preached the quotation
In various notation
I arose like a demon
Allergic to the sermon
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