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Don't Tell Me, I'm The Devil

By Nici

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Don't Tell me You are Old You are Dead You have visions Inside your head Don't Tell me There is life After Death No more pain With your last breath Don't Tell Me You have hope You have will The more you seek The more it kills And Don't Tell Me You still love You still pray You have many Things to say Don't Tell Me I am evil I am sad I have no spirit I am glad Don't Tell Me I have fallen I am loved I do not work For the spirit above Don't Tell Me I Am The Devil It does no good To tell me things You've never understood Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 10:55 AM PST   0 • 1

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