By Blue Devil The cold sets in on the winter night. The winds howl through the trees for a fright. The snow and the rain come down slow. My soul is lost and my mind is out of control. I look into the mirror and see the old. I look into the mirror and see what I've sold. What is all of this that I have disowned. The pain of fire sets in. The heat of anger is on the rampage again. The burning of hate sets wars between men. Is this the end? I look into to the mirror and see the dead. I look into to the mirror and see what is ahead. What can I do? All I can do now is load my gun and take them down. Kill them all before they kill me. May they all soon rest in peace. SAUCE00Untitled Blue Devil Scrollz 19981217¹