Petes Poetry
The Devil In Me.
God made me, but I know you can do better.
That's why I'm writing you this letter.
Drugs to enhance, neurological devices to control.
I owe you everything, please take my soul.
But where's the devil? when hell abound.
Where is he? He's nowhere to be found.
He's in me, Is he in you?
What do you think? What do you know is true.
By Peter Riddoch.
That's why I'm writing you this letter.
Drugs to enhance, neurological devices to control.
I owe you everything, please take my soul.
But where's the devil? when hell abound.
Where is he? He's nowhere to be found.
He's in me, Is he in you?
What do you think? What do you know is true.
By Peter Riddoch.
