Devil in Darkness

Simple thoughts eroded into the vile night
Filling my poor mind with visions of sheer fright
A demon pounding insanity into my hapless brain
In hopes of rendering me far from the most sane
He sends out his minions in a desperate tirade
Enveloping me with demonites on a parade
He sways my thoughts to a more darkened style
All the time smirking his most vilest smile
Lauding the devastating plight of my life
Creating no joy, just the sickest of strife
Then blaming these things on the Holiest of Beings
Laughing at the horror of all his demonic scenes
Yet even throughout he knows that he is failing
To sway more to his power, in fact he is flailing
Trying to grasp at the weakest of the weak soul
Never quite achieving his hated dark goal
For as long as we have a talk with the Great Maker
Forever in darkness, the devil stays without one taker

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