He waits for me, He wants me to go over to him. He’s been there for centuries already, He’ll wait for many more to come. Waiting for me to risk my life, In order to justify his sins. He has the look of evil, a chrome yellow smile. His face dense with scars, As though he’d been burning for quite a while. The traffic on the road between us, Leaves me breathless, refusing to let me past. Maybe I should enjoy this breath, As it could well be my last. My hands shake at the thought of running across, But what would I do then, Once I’m face to face with the devil. Yet again, I’d be at a loss. And yet he still waits for my eternal decision. But I know I can’t move, Or change my facing position. Just like two exiled kings, on an abandoned chessboard. Whose players left alone for many years to gather dust. I now play with my own life, at a price I can’t afford. I need someone with me now, So I wait for the hand of a friend. Someone who can help me believe, That this will all soon end! But it’s this fatal thought that could weaken me most. The idea that someone close by, Would stand with me, at my post. Yeah right! They all live for themselves and for others they do not care. But not turn away, they would all rather stand still and stare. Annoyingly, the devils smile, sits frozen upon his face. What if I ran the other way, would he then finally give chase? This won’t do anymore; I’ve wasted precious time. I need to get a grip, get these feelings out clearly from my mind. Then maybe I could face the demons on my own, These feelings of hate within me, I should not condone. Waiting for that Samaritan to stop on their way. Is like waiting for God, to come out and play. I will no longer be so reluctant to pass, Why should they stop me, make me look like an ass. I’ll just go ahead, right up to that devil and say. You’re not going to get the better of me today!
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