The Devil’s Shoes
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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