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by The Even Numbered Nephew Jun 21, 2007 category : Life, society / other
My eyes are blind- my hands are tied- I'm stuck in this dark room. Given a choice- not sure which voice will lead me to my doom. The angel's here- the demon's near- Which is old and which is new? The angel's eyes- the demon's lies- I know not which is true. The angel speaks- the demon shrieks- My mind is torn in two. I want to choose- but if I lose my soul Hell will consume. I take a guess- and start to press towards the demon's voice. The angel cries- but slowly dies- I start to hate my choice. Forever fear the demons near. They'll only feed you pain. I've paid my debt. My secret's kept. I'll take it to my grave.