Life's a tornado speeding out of control,
coiling and winding throughout the soul.
Darkness swells to swallow the light,
leaving the body trembling in fright.
A soul fears to steal another step,
weary of failures...maybe a slip.
One day it's clear and every things alright.
obscurity creeps in to pass on the plight.
Robs the spirit from the heart,
roots insecruity, melancholy...tears it apart.
The spirit struggles to keep a rock-solid mind,
nothing satisfies allowing the mind to unwind.
In the blink of an eye, a life can be stolen,
as the devil's wickedness tears down its soul.
He'll snuff out a life...in a matter of time,
then walk on it like it's nothing but slime.
A life must take heed and remain in command,
don't allow Old Satan to seize the upper-hand.
Life is delicate and can be ripped apart,
if we don't examine the mind and our heart.
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