I was born a devil,
It is not my fault.
I was born this way,
It was never my choice.
I was created to destroy,
And that is what I do.
Even though I do what’s right,
My ways, people will never understand.
Sometimes the key to destroy the darkness,
Is to use the power of evil itself.
If I had a choice,
If I had the power to use God’s light,
I would have done it a long time ago.
The darkness is my gift,
The darkness is my curse,
And no one can ever judge
How much my burden’s worth.
I shed a tear, every other night,
For a devil can never cry
No matter how hard he tries.
Take me home to the land of joy,
If You will ever accept my soul.
Save me from the darkness’s curse
As I plung into Thy golden verse.
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