Devils

I work with devils.
I sit with them.
I speak with them,
Then still wish them the best.

But there's a stillness that asks me one hard question.
Will this leave me better off?
My boss, talks a devil's tongue.
His right hand man an evil plan.

I understand I'm just a boy.
I'm 21, the world was an oyster.
But these devils would see it all destroyed,
They want the top and they want me under.

They twist things.
I wish that they would've paid more attention at their Christenings.
Evil souls, they want the world.
But me I need the money.

I do this for my family.
I only do this for my family.
If I die next to these guys,
I pray that God would cut our ties.

by Jarryon Paul

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