The darkest shadow stands not beside you
In a more cruel pitch it s(t)ings
It resides within our minds
Pulling nervous strings

Conscience tries to contain him
In his crypt somewhere deep within
Black and dripping blood
His abode is made of sin

All he creates is nothing
A void that wants to be filled
It provokes lust and inspires greed
It calls for blood to be spilled

The devil's addition to our creation
A truly evil puppeteer
Lets you take the driver's seat
But doesn't let you steer

Known as human nature
The man inside spreading vice
A disturbing combination
Soul games and weighted dice

Winning means heaven
Losing means hell
The devil rigged the game
You better play well









This plane between heaven and hell
Was tilted

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