Devil Your Time Is Up

Oh, perfidious adversary, your reign of terror is at an end, Your whispered deceptions, no longer shall they assail my soul or contend. With cunning guile, you've sought to ensnare me in your web of deceit, But I, now wise to your wiles, shall no longer be swayed by your treacherous beat. Your games of mental manipulation, I shall no longer play, For I have donned a new mantle, a jacket of life, forged in the crucible of self-discovery's fire. I've broken free from the shackles of doubt and fear that bound me to your will, And now, with heart aflame and spirit unshackled, I stand, unyielding and still. Listen well, oh devil, and heed my words of defiance, For I shall no longer be held captive by your lies and your cunning devices. I've awakened to the truth, and with this newfound understanding, I shall rise, Unencumbered by the weight of regret, and with a heart that's no longer compromised. Your time is up, oh devil, your reign of terror is at an end, For I have claimed my power, and I shall no longer be swayed by your wicked intent. I shall walk in the light of truth, with heart unshackled and spirit free, And you, oh devil, shall no longer have dominion over me.