I can see the Devil’s train coming down the track, 
with all its evil coming up and above the tall smokestack.
He has traveled a very long way to get here; 
the closer he gets to me the more dangerous he becomes.

I know he is coming for me...
regardless of what happened yesterday, 
or what will happen tomorrow.
The Devil has no plans of ever setting me free. 
I’d change all my tomorrows for a better today,
because tomorrow just starts 
the whole ugly thing all over again.

I found myself in uncharted territory, 
engulfed by flames coming straight up from Hell 
through the railroad tracks.
Each time I was up against the Devil, 
I found it so much easier to run than fight.
I have been stumbling my way through life for years;
I became very good at hiding all my pain and fears.

But not this time, Devil! Enough is enough. Not today, 
I could feel a new kind of weird sensation overtaking me, 
and it felt good!
I knew that I was fed up of jumping a magnitude 
of multiple hurdles of emotions.
My life was already crumbling all around me.

I had a recipe... 
Yes, a recipe to stop Satan dead 
in his own railway tracks.

Recipe for Your Devil
1 CUP of GUILT
1 WHOLE BROKEN HEART
1 HALF TEASPOON of DECEPTION
3 TABLESPOONS of HOPELESSNESS
1 HALF PINT of FALLEN TEARS
3 FOURTHS CUP of PARANOIA 
A SMALL HINT of SHAME
1 HALF CUP of FEAR
2 PINCHES of HUMILIATION
1 STICK of MELTED ANGER
1 FOURTH GALLON of PURE 100% PAIN 
and SUFFERING
1 TEASPOON of PANIC
1 THIRD CUP of ANXIETY

Mix all the ingredients together in very large mixing bowl—
except for the one stick of melted anger, 
half pint of fallen tears, 
one fourth gallon of pure 100 percent pain and suffering, 
one broken heart, small hint of shame 
and two pinches of humiliation.

Then add the anger, fallen tears, pain and suffering 
and broken heart. Mix the mixture very well.
Spray an extra large cake pan with MISERY; 
then slowly pour the mixture into the pan. 
Sprinkle the two pinches of humiliation and hint of shame
on top of the batter in the pan.
Send it on down to Hell to bake. Temperature—Red Hot Inferno.
Bakes in seconds. Than feed it to Satan. 
We’ll call it PAYBACK.
As we humans say, a taste of one’s own medicine.

Then you can walk away from all of your devils:
that toxic, negative, abusive, one sided relationship,
and those sexual, verbal, physical and mental abusers.
And your biggest demon, aka your PAST.
Congratulations! You have won.
Feed all those devils the recipe!