Dialogue with the Devil
There is a voice in my head, it takes many forms
Sometimes it sounds like an old friend, estranged, long gone.
Sometimes it's an enemy bitter with scorn.
But it's not really them. It's all my imagination.
It's really you, the Vile One, with raging.
A liar from the beginning, you torment and deceive.
God offers me peace. You will only to bereave.
Oh it's not really their voices- I know it's yours!
So why do I always argue back and try to regain,
a ground so long lost that I feel hopeless, and I am forced to go round again.
The voice of a critical once foe, now restored to me,
But to hear our dialogue in my mind you wouldn't know.
How can you use the same old bruise to break my heart again,
and steal my hope? How shrewd!
It's not his voice. It's not hers- It's all you!
How long have you kept me busy with this illusion?
So distracted and driven by confusion.
The voice of scorn is not hers- it's not his!
It's yours as always, the Evil One.
It's all yours.
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