Where is the Devil

Hiding in my Soul


Does the Devil know what I know?

Or does knowledge cease to exist

Wherever the Devil plants a fist.

There is a drug burst inside

Chewing at the blood-stream

Of my weak bosom.

Where energy resides

Captivated by Spirit

In decline



Being there does the Devil dwell

All-knowing of my distress

Disease cleaved unto my breast

Stomach churned like a beast.

The anxious spell is cast

Dipped in dirty fumes

The hot stew

Of a witch’s cauldron


Alive or


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