The Devil’s Shoes
When my feet fit the Devil’s shoes
Each step is filled with misery
Doors of flesh slam open
Each step is filled with misery
Doors of flesh slam open
Down dead
end alleys
Trapped in the darkness
Set by my own devices –
I could turn at any time
And enjoy your freedom
“For I do not do the good
I want to do, but the evil
I do not want to do –
this I keep doing.”
Instead of the opened doors
By your gentle, soft breeze
Which also opens windows
I walk passed polluted walls
And break glass stained
By the blood of my soul –
Damn! It’s as frightening as Hell
When my feet fit the Devil’s shoes
Trapped in the darkness
Set by my own devices –
I could turn at any time
And enjoy your freedom
“For I do not do the good
I want to do, but the evil
I do not want to do –
this I keep doing.”
Instead of the opened doors
By your gentle, soft breeze
Which also opens windows
I walk passed polluted walls
And break glass stained
By the blood of my soul –
Damn! It’s as frightening as Hell
When my feet fit the Devil’s shoes
But there is hope and forgiveness.
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