Pummeling me with your sequential blows.
How you’ve tortured me, God only knows.
One after another you’ve handed my way.
As you scrape your knife, my spirit you flay.
What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?
Lying, trying to convince me to pack up leave…
This trick may have worked in times past.
But for me, your smoke and mirror games no longer last.
Weeping may endure for the night..
So here we go…Round 10 of this fight!
Devil, here I am with yet another warning.
Don’t you dare forget that joy comes in the morning.