Free the Demon

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    Free the Demon

    sleeping with my eyes wide open
    on every breath im choking
    waiting for the demon to get off
    this body of mine
    i start speaking in tongues
    i just wanna get up and run
    to a place where he cant find
    this body of mine
    run to the chruch
    drop down to my knees
    praying to the idols
    dammit god plz
    where the hell r u
    in my time of need???
    my eyes become dialated
    they turn black and bleed
    i spread my arms out
    start screaming real loud
    the nun comes in
    sees me fall to the ground
    she yells for the priest
    he says demon release
    this woman you have possessed
    i start goin into cardiac arrest
    then i levatate into the air
    i cry in despair
    while the demons knocking me into the walls
    i get bruises then i fall
    onto the ground again
    i try to defend
    myself but how can i defend
    the spirit within me
    the bible catches on fire
    to this demons desire
    of getting rid of false religion
    i say jehova the true god plz get
    the witnesses here
    for they have no fear
    of the devil you call satan
    shit i feel like faintin
    cuz i know hes hatin
    on you jehova
    for the force you will bring
    on wicked who follow him
    while their church bells ring
    on the day of destruction
    to those who will be judged
    even though they are loved
    will forever sleep in the ground
    with no conscience nor sound
    of the everlasting life
    u shall give to us
    your true people
    the creature then leaves
    im finally free

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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