p a i n t e d b y t h e d e v i l
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The story begins with a lost heart and thoughts
Gone beyond the world and would not stop.

The animal inside was dormant for a time
Until I was stabbed right through a wicked scheme.

I had unlatched the door
Between sin and good behavior;

There were one too many nights
With tears, with lesser of a fight.

So when the devil snatched my righteous soul
I lived without fear of paying his wicked toll.

What happened to the saint
That eyes around me would vigorously paint?

With all of my trials and errors
Wouldn't a foolish girl like me learn the horrors?

Of course, treachery lays a bed beneath
And when we wake the animal sinks his teeth.

In the belly of the beast I sleep
And my torn soul I allowed the animal to eat.

Where did my life go when I had it so close?
Those wicked thoughts and tears left me a vacant ghost.

Without the life I used to live in peace
I am painted as sin's masterpiece.