The Spirits of Man take another soul.
I mourn and wallow in sorrow.
I look to the man that refers to him as "the holy one.
I deny him, he walks away, two to none.
God is on my side, the devil is full of lies.
He tries and I throw a scripture.
He gets burned and falls into the fire.
I walk away and pray that he will stay at bay.
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Life
PoetryJust poems on what happens in my personal life and random things. Interpreting is up to you.
