the little devil

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The little devil
Comes home and takes his shoes off
Tells his wife about his day and how it was
His shoulders hurt

Who am I asks the devil
If I’m a creation then what does it mean
Thinking the power lays within
If I’m like anyone I’m no one

His eyes red his thorns numb
Feeling drained and empty
His fire went out he’s still burning
Living hell for the devil

That is no devil but another creation