Sunday, July 31, 2011

To: Satan From: God's Child

You can not have it
For it is mine
I will not submit
It won't be fine
Stop your yelling
Your raging fit
There's no doubt telling
This war is legit
Your tricks won't trip me
Your lies won't work
My heart is ready
To wipe away your smirk
I know your rotten scheme
I know your foolishness
I know your constant theme
To make my life a mess
I won't give in
I won't stay back
Your voice speaks sin
Each time you attack
And that little lie
I used to believe
I'll never again buy
Whatever you perceive
I'm through with you
And the death you give
This whole time you knew
You weren't going to let me live.
I stand my ground
Armor in hand
For I have found
A greener land
I walk upright
My pace is steady
I'm willing to fight
I'm on guard and ready!

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