What a slap in the face
Life seems to be,
Can’t keep it stable enough
From running you over,
Or damaging your property,
There’s always something,
It’s never nothing,
An angry devil knocking at the door
Fills life with misery
And chokes one up
So the throat cannot speak,
I will not move from my bed
For fear of the world getting me again,
The pain cuts far too deep and the woes
Are endless rings of fire dancing through
Innocent hearts,
Burning them with corruption and evil.
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