The Devils Hand

On judgement day,
Will you still know my name?
I hear every word you say,
Everyone and thing is the why,you have no blame.
You sacrificed the innocence inside,
Sold your soul for cheap thrills,
Your double life was to hard too decide,
Sunday church, but the pain still kills.
Alone in the silence of insanity,
Open bibles cover the floors,
Tears and prayers unheard,new found calamity,
What else to do, I beg for remorse...the Devils hand I find,of course!

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