In an effort to be bold
I may’ve gone too far,
And now be on hold
In someone else’s mind,
Who barely seems alive,
Living on borrowed time…
There I’m to abide
On this mind’s ride,
In a kind of hell
Where Belial waits
Smirk on his face,
Knowing my fate
Be meant replace,
A mind gone cold
With past due date,
Thus in my effort bold
I may be left a mind
Said on borrowed time!
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It’s a devilishly good poem !
‘Aah’ alas a fellow tongue-in-cheek true believer of man made black art… Bang on Beelzebub, you’ve found another black soul temptress! JJF
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