I danced with the devil, and i survived.

He lays in wait, sniffing around.

Hidden in the shadows, a blood thirsty hound.

Eluding the darkness is my forte.

Chasing me is the devil’s foreplay.

Each time i battle through his realm.

Injuries occur, with my brain at the helm.

When i darkened his doorstep, i was weak and broken.

Now i arise, wearing his token.

The marks left by his torture tools.

I wear boldy to prove, i broke the rules.

I danced with the devil, and i survived.

I shook hands with death, and I’m still alive.

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