Rik Bertrand

(18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

Devils Doer


I am being driven into evil as if it were my calling,
The devil has caught me in the middle of my falling,
I have been turned and my horns are evolving
The door to hell is forever revolving.

Why have I been abandoned by hope?
Why has life cut the end of my rope?
I am forced to turn the tables to evil
I have lapsed into the realm of primeval.

My eyes are red with the fires of death
I shall remain hear until I breath my last breath.
Recruiting all the good that lies about,
I am the devils doer and of this I shout.

Wrong are the ways of my evil mind
I do not share your thoughts in kind.
I am now not of god or the do gooders way,
I am of evil, and with the devil I play.

Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013
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REB (JULY 2012) The Devil made me do it, but for real I am of God.

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