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-Martha met the Devil-


Martha met
the Devil,
she'd swear
it was true

Lord knew
her troubles,
her entire family
was unglued

She'd doubt
 her faith over
the phone to my
grandmother

Something like,
"I've been prayin,
I'm starting to
doubt my faith."

Later that day
as she cleaned
her place,
she'd come face
to face with a man
standing in her way

She was horrified,
his eyes were holes;
she knew this thing was
there to take her soul

She ran for her
bedroom,
she hit her knees
to pray;
he'd been right
behind her
the entire way

His breath,pushed
the hair around
on her neck,
his growl stood
them up

She'd scream forth
her faith to send him
"Dear God,make it stop!"

He'd flee, as if he were hurt,
leaving the smell of sulfur;
his echo was the squeals
of a slew of pigs being
slaughtered

She never would tell anyone
what he looked like,so that
we could look out for him;
in case we may see

I always thought
 he looked like me.
Jamers_Mitchell
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