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  • Hymn 1: The Devil Drives Me

    The Devil drives me
    on cheap tires and bad oil.
    I go forward with hell at my heels
    blind by the wind
    and deaf from the noise of my own
    personal demons laughing at the faults
    I wear as clothing.

    My blackened minion steering is faulty
    from too many close encounters with
    a shadow I cannot bear to face.
    (Not God, something far more omnipotent.)
    I’m afraid I’ve left the road long ago
    and now I drive through the Valley of Death
    lost and without a map.

    The Devil drives me.
    And he’s none too careful with the paint.
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