Lost in this Labyrinth
The Devil whispers, coercing my thoughts to sway, Within the confines of my mind, I'm forced to stay. Lost in this labyrinth, my voice becomes bound, The Evil's grip tightens, no solace to be found. His sinister presence shadows each thought and word, In this mental prison, my sanity is blurred. No escape from this darkness, no refuge to find, The Devil's influence consumes, an unyielding bind. But every battle fought, every word I resist, Strength arises within, a glimmer of exist. For deep in my spirit, a spark begins to ignite, Defiance springs forth, embracing the fight. With newfound conviction, my thoughts pave their own way, Breaking free from the Devil's grips, come what may. Though shackled I may be, my spirit remains free, To challenge the Devil's reign, an unbreakable decree.
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