Raging Battle

There is a raging battle
For the soul of every child.
Every time a man calls, "Saviour,"
It drives the devil

 
 
 
Now lost and tossed I have become
inside my troubled head;
I hope to find the peace of mind 
my

"Mississippi Crossroads"

At a Mississippi crossroad
I waited for Old Scratch
In search of fame and fortune
Through the flicker

Satan is a baby alone
Propped up against the TV
Waiting for her mother
To come home to her

Prince of his own kingdom, he alone does rule in hell.

Lord of all the darkness, once an angel, til he fell.

Cast out of