Devil May Cry Instrumental - pro. by Bones The Truth

So I'm sittin' in my room...contemplating on different aspects of my life, silently whispering prayers to the man up above. After all, He is the reason for my being. The reason I eat, think live and breathe...call on Him for anything that I may need. Nothing in particular, just praying because He allowed me to...eyes closed, hands clasped together, head down...it's such a powerful thing, being in the midst of His presence, isn't it?

As I come to a close, my last word being "Amen"...I open my eyes to see a dark silhouette in the corner. I can feel a small wave of heat coming from it...a small wave of deceit, a small wave of anger...a small wave of greed...and a small wave of Evil as well.

I hear the silhouette let go a small chuckle...no fear coming from me. I lean back in my chair, not saying a word...my eyes still focused on him.

"Amen", he says. "A---men. You know...I always wonder what He really thinks of you people. You do all of this...'praying', as you all call it...hoping for all of these abstract things that will never come true...wishing for your own selves...making all of these presumptions and assumptions that you'll get into Heaven just...like...that." He then emerges from the shadows and walks towards me, taking a seat in the chair in front of me...so that we are now face to face. "And for what?!", he continues. "So you can feel all 'spiritual'...all 'holy' inside?"

I still remain silent...(not because I'm afraid to speak to him or because I have nothing to say...it's just that I was kinda puzzled at the mere fact that he had the pure audacity to appear to me in my time of prayer...my time that I'm spending with my Lord...and likewise, he knew that)...I could sense that he was growing impatient with my silence. Yet, he still continued to speak.

"What makes you think that all of you so-called 'saints' can just defy my own power whenever you feel like it?!" He laughs, "You think you are so much better than me." Still, I said nothing...I had been sitting back listening this whole time, not speaking...not afraid. A slight smirk reveals itself on my face.

(Now see, this one of those things where silence can be more deafening than loudest roar from the ocean...louder than the shouts of a thousand saints. Deep down...this INFURIATES the Devil, right? He may know a few things, but can never tell what's goin' on in the mind of a true saint...the way I see it.)

So I lean forward and look into his eyes...even though he looked human...his were very deep and sunken in with a faint glow. Locked in eye to eye with him...I only say three words.

"Yes...I do."

INFURIATING.

I can feel the hate coming from him, but he remains calm...as do I. We stare at each other for another brief moment...I know he's contemplating something now. He has to be. Finally, he leans back comfortably in his chair.

"You know what?", he starts again. "I'm gonna tell you a story from a while back...we'll both see how much 'better' you are when I'm done."

I lean back in my chair as well, and respond, "Ok, I got nothing but time...and when you're done...I'll not only His supremacy in me, but also my supremacy in Him as well."

The Devil smiled...the game was on.