Im born in a place of fire were the secrets are held they are in the hands that people can read and make sure they are telled im having a revil with the devil im in a room with my mom and a random stranger takin notes i wanted to yell at that shadow figure watching me i know him i said she said shut up no ones there lets get back to talkin

I still see him every day watchin me no one belives mе he might be the dеvil watchin me so i think im cursed so it makes be paranoid of those blank walls i hate tight rooms they close in on me i hate social interacting when i sleep i see flames then i walk into a guy with a molting pitchfork she look like that shadow figure i see everyday

No im sure hes the devil but they still dont belive me i guess they dont belive unless they see he says ill kill everything you love i gave up he made me shake his hand im goin to hell time to cash in my ticket hes taller than a skinwalker ranch he is watching dinner i think he wants to kill me so i hide away in the dark but hes standin right there so i run inside my crib and i get the gun and the ammo and the barrel then i realease saftey and boom (im dead i see the same flames that i saw in that dream that one day (one day) then he trys to talk to me and say im lucifer junior i know your confused and i will not say it you better pray it that you wake up in a whole new life but you are the Son Of The Devil still)