Each Time

The Devil is near –

I can feel it in the air;

It’s all around.

The evil is so putrid.

The demonic stench is vile.

It eats at me,

Scorching my flesh.

Yes, the Devil is near –

I feel it in each step I take.

He’s watching me

With those evil blue eyes;

Scrutinizing every move I make.

He’s here –

I feel the wicked powers

Pulling me in,

Sucking away my life.

He’s here, alright,

I see it;

I smell it;

I hear it;

I feel it,

Each time you walk by.

 

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