RLP (1960 / Colorado)

The Beast

This worry has become a beast
Satan's own sumptuous feast
He's feeding on my very soul
And I keep filling up his bowl
He'll have it all if he has his way
I can barely find the strength to pray
I must drive this evil out of me
Before my spirit can be free

by Robert Lloyd Palmer

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