You don't have to fight,
You don't have to fight.
But the devil's standing in front with a smile.
Can smell the fear
that stems of your insecurity.
She doesn't give a care,
she blasts.

The fault is yours, you say.
The first time, you stayed mum
that gave the devil her strength.
That was a mistake.
Now she huffs and puffs,
while you stammer.

The devil is not that bad, you say. Fooling yourself.
It's the same shit that
you keep telling yourself everyday.
But what will you do?
You person of little consequence.
You depend on the devil for your likelihood.
What will you do?

You get into a shouting match.
The devil screams, you listen.
She is pushing your buttons.
She brings in your family.
You warn her.
She doesn't heed.
Mocks you again.

This time she's crossed every civilized level
You bleed.
So without a care,
you remove the sword and slay
with words.
The next day you put in your papers.

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