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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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The devil incarnate...


Decomposed as a corpse from the trenches
spitting fire from the centre of hell
he is the devil incarnate…
coming forth to wish you all… well.
He comes not to tempt you with riches
nor to ask for control…
he comes to feed on your dark thoughts
and take from you… your soul.
We once had the choice of rejection
but we rejected the good things we found
each good man we crucified and ridiculed
then buried our heads in the ground.
Now the devil walks freely among us
and we do nothing to return him to hell
but allow him his feasting of weak souls
by believing the bulls*it he sells!
  







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