The Devil Is Real

The Devil’s Real
I was a wicked child
My father said to me
Son I know your mind is wild
This simple truth will set you free

Be aware son, the Devil’s real
She’ll call to you but she’s a liar
Beware son, the Devil’s real
Fall for her and feel her fire

She had once been Gods favorite
The brightest light in the sky
Then she got to bragging
And telling dirty lies

Beautiful deceiver
Hungry for your soul
If you believe her
She’ll pull you down in the hole

I was wrestling with my angel
Sweet Polly Anne
Your faith can save me baby
Help me, if you can

© 2015 D. Dudeck