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The Devils Here


My veins are hard My blood is led My thoughts are pounding Through my chest My brain is beating through its skull I am swimming right through hell The devils here are not your friends! They'll drag you down into deeper ends Be careful of their tortious tongues They'll steal the breath from your lungs DARE TAKE A CLOSER LOOK SEE  THE  TRUTH There's black stains in their eyes Pouring from hearts filled with lies They are appetising over your demise They need you weak So that they survive " Blood thirsty demon dogs, Who are you to try and steal my faith? Did you think God would let you get away ? Get back inside... I'm not here to play! "
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