Devil May Try

The toxic venom that you release pours out slowly,
The way of you world id what controls me

A demonous captor holds hostage those with generous ways,
Puppets on your stage of glory and you’re the only one who plays

I’m cutting off my strings using the sharpness of my teeth,
I’m searching for a trapped door that should be hidden beneath

Time is against me as I rush against the clock,
Such painful dismay as I hear it tic tock

My breath becomes shallow, My palms become sweaty,
A silent prayer is sent to the lord if he’ll let me

The devil may try to take control of our bodies and souls,
But our hearts remain to the original hand that it holds

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