The Evil One
You praise the Lord for the morning lightYou praise him for shelter of the night
You praise the Lord for our daily bread
You praise him for our lifes ahead
But if you can't see the devil
And you can't feel his spell
Someone pours his poison
Into another man's well
You praise the Lord for the love of friends
You praise him for the goodness He sends
You praise the Lord for peace at home
You praise him for the leader in Rome
But if you can't see the devil
When he hides behind the ridge
Someone has to jump off
The Tallahatchie Bridge
You praise the Lord for democracy
You praise him for fighting hypocrisy
You praise the Lord for a place in heaven
You praise him for 7-Eleven
But if you can't see the devil
And face him at his core
You don't ask no questions
When you start the next war
Copyright © 2009 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2013-04-12 at 13:28
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