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Feast For The Devil

Trying to run from the demons
that dance in my head
fondle my inner most parts
feed off me until I feel dead

Screaming at the walls
when no one is around
arguing with the devil no one sees
who feeds me thoughts so obscene

Giving into his legions sexually
my demons appeased
by morning light
begging for mercy feeling diseased

My soul is corrupt
I can't hide it anymore
hell is inside me and below the Earth
I will meet the devil when my body is rotting feeding the worms
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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