SITTING AT THE CROSSROADS

SITTING AT THE CROSSROADS

Forever in the shadows 

Or at least that's how it feels

Sitting at the crossroads

With the Devil on my heels

Choosing the right strategy

Is proving to be hard

Fighting off the Demon's whisper

With my mental guard

Rising to the challenge

Without knowing what's at stake

Trying to find allies

When it's hard to tell who's fake

Sitting at the crossroads

With the Devil in my head

Trying to block Him out

But holding on by just a thread

I'm going to come out the winner

I will make Satan regret

I will make Him sorry

For the day that we first met

He might think He's tough

But I'll outwit Him every time

For He's no longer at the top

No longer in His prime

What I lack in strength

I make up for with my brain

I'm going to take much joy

In making the Devil feel insane

So everybody pull up a chair

There's room for your whole town

And witness with your very own eyes

As I take the Devil down

Poetry Written By:
Eryn Dunbar
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