The Devils Power

Me and My friends never get along,
we always fight,
with rage,
with fear,
from the fire depths,
of the friendship among us.
Blood always splatter,
seems like a pudding platter,
I will not become this mess,
But it dousnt seem to matter.
Bruises, cuts, wounds,
We always go down with a boom,
Every day it seems to resume.
The devils power is among us,
I will not become it, Friends shall not either.
The devils power controls us all.