The Hell I'll overcome
The devil taps my shoulder
His deep appreciation has a rippling sensation
Chaos erupts in my nervous system
The most bone chilling burn of a casual touch
Though his hand is no longer there the weight remains
Crippling me with defeat
Freezing me in fear
Mentally he is near
Physically he isn't here
Eventhough he continues this daily
His impact is having less and less effect me
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