The Devil

The Devil

I met the Devil the other night,
I think he came for my soul.

I told him can have it,
It’s no use to me at all.

He stared at me without saying a word
I yelled ‘I am not scared.

I’ve lived and died a thousand lives
And I’m prepared to leave this world

So take what you want,
You piece of Shit

I’m fed up of God and you,
And your silly little games.

I’ve more important things to worry about
So be quick and on your way.

There is nothing you can do to me
That Man has not already done.

So try and do your worst,
You’ll find I will not run.’

The Devil continued to stare
And suddenly was gone.

Now to get on with the real stuff,
And try to right my wrongs.