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The devil,and me.

Sometimes Im just like him
when I dont care.
Theres been times Ive face him
with his cold dark stare
But theres times my heart is filled with joy
Then he come looking for me
Just like a old red whore
wanting ,and offering immoral deceict
The devil,and me
were not freinds
but he influences me
only like the devil can
Tonight hes in that bottle
whispering out to me
saying come take a drink
your soul belongs to me.
Sometimes I can over power him
with jesus by my side
But when I feel the lord isnt watching
The bottle comes falling on me again.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
My poems are often about me.I write them to touch people.That way they know somebody is capable to understand.

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