Evil has taken a terrifying form
And began playing with life like it's a game
Wreaking havoc like never before
And came forth screaming my name
But I do not run and hide from it
Instead I glare at it dead in the eye
And savagely give it two choices
To either: 'Leave this place, or die'
We engaged in a long epic fight
With it losing the courage to take a stand
For it underestimated me from the very beginning
And met a slow and painful death by my hand
I leave not even a smidgen of it left
Once I have ended its 'Hell Raising' fun
And as I glance at myself in the mirror, I say:
'The battle may be won, but the war has only begun'
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