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cutthroat switchblade...
with a mind of its own
wicked indeed it slashes

I can't control its intentions
it will be done...
on this darkened day

anger rules...
blackens the skies
lightning crashes
and behold the devil is revealed

he's standing tall inside of me
picking at my sore spots
eating at my cancers
bringing out the worst parts of my soul

switchblade reflects them in steel
as it tortures the mind
cutting into my ego
slicing my id
it leaves me little left to shelter in

the woman within...
she stands naked before you
the devil cackles
to see me strip bare...

in defiance, I look up
grasping the celestial
covering myself with the stars
I see him now in his true state
he cowers before me

I'm in the immortal realm
sidestepping his tricks
matching his moves
besting the man himself

today he retreats
he says he'll be back tomorrow
for my self-esteem

unshaken I answer
if you think you're man enough...
step to me
better bring all hell with you

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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