Poem -

The devil's toy box..

We're all mad or have you forgot 
We all fall down and get back up
Call the doctor I'm feeling lost
I'm reaching for the devil's toy box 

Like the falling angel I've landed in my workshop
Now awaken and I'm creating the devil's toy box
I'm fighting a demons battle and I'm not strong 
My eyes see from dark skies so when will it stop 

He comes to hunt me down and reach for what is not his
His evil ways follow me around and remind me not to kill 
He's breathing so close that it sends shivers down my spine 
In my head it's "peace be with you" with the bread and wine 

We're all mad or have you forgot 
We all fall down and get back up
Call the doctor I'm feeling lost
I'm reaching for the devil's toy box

I'm like a puppet on a string but it's tied around my neck 
I want to squeeze the life out of him and listen to his last breath 
I want to conquer my life not to leave it for his brutal quest 
I'm not an empty vessel I've got a heart in my beating chest 

I'm going to dull his ways before he opens up his devils toy box 
I will keep it closed until the day my overpowering heart stops 
I'm going to be myself 
He can stay in the depths
I've found the way to his workshop
I've got the key to his toy box but...
For now I'm keeping it locked!

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