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The Devil's Face (Resembles Me?)

The devil has always been,

A faceless entity

To me.

Until now at least.


Now it has become clear.

I can see.

The devil

In front of me.


They are no singular person.

Instead a pair.

Familiar sight.

Lungs devoid of air.


The devils gaze at me.

Recognizable set eyes.

No surprise.

Why is this reality?


First sight of a child.

Encounter with evil.

Life begins.

Happiness holds Fear’s hand.


Cruelty cannot go on forever.

My unwavering belief,

It quivers.

I search for aether.


People come and people go

The devils stay.

Always somewhere.

They grow and grow.


Evil is intertwined with me.

Has always been.

My genes.

How could I change?


Fire is burning my skin

Changes my look.

The same.

My faith is inescapable


Mirror in front of me,

Show me now.

My face.

It simply cannot be.


I have become the devil.

The cycle repeats.

End me.

Grant some mercy, please.

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