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Satan and I

Sitting in that closet of pitch black

I can feel my demons’ breath in my face

I sense their swords at my throat

Yet, I feel no fear

for I know fear is the only thing

which allows the devil to strike

Sitting in that closet of pitch black

It is I who can sense the fear of those demons

I know they were born & raised in the flames

of Hell

It causes them great worry that I do not see them

for I know that with fire comes light

I know darkness is no ally of its own prince

I strike a match

Its light allows me to stare him in the eyes

Looking for this, Lucifer?

I LAUGH

I drop the match to the floor

I grasp the devil’s neck with both hands

That closet erupts in to flames

and I squeeze

and I squeeze

and I scream

You own no hell which I cannot conquer

Our stare never breaks

Neither devil blinks

The farther we fall;

the tighter I squeeze.