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there is a demon inside of my soul
i can not get it out
tormented with all the evil
as i fall in a satanic trance
I pray to god with faith
but nothing has helped
the schizophrenia has destroyed my life
and the evil force is deep inside
it kills me little by little
i want to win
but this demon is not leaving
and i come to be
without any friends

hell is at my door
and I really need life
i ate the knowedge of satan
and i can never return
untill i die
there will be that voice inside my mind

but i gota win
so i defeat and then
i can rest in peace
and have the tree of life
i got to win
some day or some night
but untill then
my mind is polluted
and corrupt inside
my soul has no peace
i need the light

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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