THE DEVILS DAUGHTER By María José Marcucci
I regret it I do, I do I killed it It’s true.
It was very loud With blood everywhere I got out And it followed me in the air
It’s been with me all day Chasing my soul Giving me aches My mother will called it a ghoul
It’s a demon An evil one I told him: “Game on” He answered: “If you just won”
He speaks, he walks, he is real, it’s true -“I believe you should lay down”-“No, how about you swallow your shoe”It was an awful discussion; he is the devil, an awful noun
Why wouldn’t I win? Is he reading my thoughts? -“Did you know everything you think is a sin”-? -“You should be against all odds”-
I’m proud of who I am; I win –“I always win”-“You know you’re insecure?”- No doubt -“Vanity, with no doubt my favorite sin”What? What are you talking about?
So, what’s the treat, what’s is in for me Maybe my peace? -“Hpow about you join me?”_ You and me? You want me to cease?
People and the devil get aklong
But not me, If I stop living, I’ll see him -Öh, that sounds like a song”You ever heard of Billy and Mandy? Is the exact grim
He turns my pain into a drug My world into misery His flames embrassed me, like a hug A really, hurtful hug, like the tree if a berry
-“Time to go home”Are you mad? Come with me home I said –“Yes dad”-