Why We Should Pray
A man lie alone in bed, night after night,
As death whispered in the ear to his right.
An angel sang softly in the ear to his left,
Till they fought in the middle cause' that's where they met.
He shouted and screamed, He turned and he tousled,
Till' He learned he could subdue the sound with a bottle
His tired hands shook, and his head came alive
Unaware he had given victory to the demons inside.
The Devil himself tried to take him at last,
Chasing him towards him with monsters from his past.
The Man grows ever nearer, to the devil's trap today,
And hundreds more like him, that's why we should pray.
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