The Devil and the Angel

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The Devil and The Angel                     08/04/24


They're my hidden refugees

Knows all my insecurities

Knows I'm not enough but they still

Try to see the best in me.

They're wrong.


On my shoulders they will stand

'Til I am the end of man

'Til they march me to my death

But they still try to keep the band.

Stay strong.


Pounding in my head all day

Beg for it to go away

Beg to God I wish I was

relieved from them but stayed - 

Unstrung.


Please, I'm drowning in my debts 

To everyone whom I have met 

To Devil and the Angel, please just 

Spare me, spent

So done.


Ceased will be the Devil's pay

Killed within the Angel's lay

Killed for all my sins until l'm

Nothing but a dream.

I'm gone.

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