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Devils pray to God
I promised I’d change.
I promised myself I’d grow and
Not continue my tale of woe
I promised my family,
To not give people things I didn’t owe
But god bless my soul
I’m from places most don’t go.
From places where my friends,
Didn’t bother veering knuckles.
Their screams drowned out
By the bystander’s chuckles.
Blood leaked down their face so many times
People called it Satan’s wine.
And they drank it so eagerly
Along with the victim’s whines.
I promised I’d change,
I promised I’d get out of the neighborhood,
Where the devils prayed to god.
With their knees down and horns up
To their hand an iron rod.
A rod that burned upon my skin
So many times I can still feel it
With my hand upon my heart,
I hold it close in hope to heal it.
To heal what’s not broken,
But severely damaged.
My words best be left unspoken
Because I don’t think I’d manage.
The interrogation and all the questions
About my issues and my secrets,
Who is it I write about
And why are they my weakness.
I promised I’d change.
I promised I’d be calmer and collected.
I promised to let my past go and
To never again be neglected.
I’m loyal to the memory,
Of my foolish mistakes
But I will forget them with whatever it takes
Because they didn’t make me who I am.
They didn’t build me or my limbs.
Because I might be too aggressive
But I don’t dance on people’s strings.
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