Befriending The Enemy

I'm thinking to myself and asking what have I just done? had my road to misery officially just begun? If I would've known I'd instantly be on the run 'cause shaking the hands of evil is as painful as being stung as I look into the eyes of a devil his pupils drown me with fear I just stare him straight in the face without shedding a single tear blinded by deceit I placed my trust into a coffin like a password to a computer I forgot so I'm unable to log in sometimes I wish that my eyes were like radars scanning for signs that detect how black my enemies hearts are only then I would see the horrifying truth that they've been trying to conceal from rising through the roof I'm not afraid to admit that I feel like I'm being used similar to a one night stand I'm not ready for that kind of abuse I'm actually surprised that a person would go to these lengths deep inside it is their weakness but they act like it's their strength just like a mood ring they change colors quicker than clothes they may appear to be alive but their personalities are like dying roses when I watch television I like variety so I surf the channels but the devil doesn't have cable so instead I grab a book and light a candle don't ever shake hands with a devil you'd be exposed to the grips of death in a matter of seconds dust is all that will be left is it really that simple? I expected it to be more complex you better watch your back 'cause you could be the next one to be hexed by the vexations of the side effects of a brutal attack that'll cut you so deep that it'll blow out your back pay attention to the lanes that separate Heaven and Hell or if you're indifferent then hopefully your instincts will ring a bell don't sell yourself to the venomous fangs of Satan sacrifice yourself to the Father of all creations just like pagans my enemies have no relations By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)