I am the one the evil one
wants. He owns my soul
for as long as I surrender.
Do not come around me with
preacher's words and false promises.
Do not hassle me with accusations of
not going to that place on high.
I know where I'm going and
I'd shout it from the roof tops.
I'm going to the underworld and
I gladly accept that and no amount
of pleading or begging will change
my mind. I am stuck in my ways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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