Letter To Satan
No longer will I be the victim of your cruel game
Your twisted trap, filled with violence, lust, and shame.
You pulled me in, then threw me to the fray
Pushed me down, from the Path, the Light, the Way.
You pulled my strings, I heard your horrid laughter
I've cut them now, you no longer are my master.
You've lost control, no matter how hard you try
Because I've chose to live, and not to die.
You can't touch me, for I'm invincible
You've lost, I'm no longer convincible.
And now that I've broken your chaotic spell
I won't be joining you, in the pits of hell.
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