The Devil's Mind

Bored, bored, bored out of my wits,
As I sit here staring at the wall,
Idly scheming to blow the world to bits,

An idle mind is the devil’s workshop,
The voices in my head scream,
I don’t care,
Not even by God himself,
Can my soul be redeemed

For I am the devil’s child,
I am the personification of evil,
One day the world will be mine,
Filled with darkness,
Nevermore shall the sun shine

Fire and brimstone,
It will rain everyday,
And my minions delight in this,
They shall come out to play

So world beware,
Of the devil’s idle mind,
For nothing it cares,
Only entertainment it wants to find

 

 

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