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The Devil Doesn't Control Me.

[font=arial][font=arial][font=arial][font=arial][font=arial]When the devil's treachery,
Bounces off the root of our skin,
No longer are we bound,
To shackles and prisms,
And in between the moment,
My soul fell from grace,
I heard the angels whisper,
And my body levitate,
But soft words can be,
Charming and hard to interpret,
Till I heard the hiss of the snake,
And stabbed the tongue out the serpent.

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Written by LifeStory525
Published | Edited 16th Jan 2011
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