A sudden impulse runs across, persistent in it's way,
A hint, a hiss, a haunting tone, darkening the day.
I battle, fight, throw it aside, and still it grows so strong,
I try to crawl towards the right; it drags me to the wrong.
Constant torture in Devil's thoughts,
Step aside and give me God.
A hint, a hiss, a haunting tone, darkening the day.
I battle, fight, throw it aside, and still it grows so strong,
I try to crawl towards the right; it drags me to the wrong.
Constant torture in Devil's thoughts,
Step aside and give me God.
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