Shackled in pain, is how you say you feel; Shards in your heart, with no known way to heal. Lights growing dim, the way to happiness hidden; You seek things to help, but all are forbidden. Crossed paths with the Devil, he tempted you with lies; Forgo days of torture, nobody to hear your blatant cries. But you fight through it all, the Devil has lost his fun; But he has left you broken, burned by the pulsating sun. In the sands of defeat, you soon sulk about; No certain way of travel, your limbs give out. They have carried your body, but not your soul; For you gave that up, a very long time ago. Your limp body lies, in the burning sands; While beaten is your soul, with all of the damned. You fell to his temptations, and cursed onto his side; Through trickery and deceit, one’s soul can never hide. To free your soul, is a challenge of it’s own; Then to join it with your body, one can’t do alone. Seek help in others, trust them with your life; For once you have peers, you can win this fight. Friends will help, for they are pure and true; The Devil can’t live in love, thus it will defend you. Forget not the fact, that you are not alone, For his treacheries and evil, can be overthrown.
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