The Devil can be beautiful too,
He used to be one of God's favorites.
Just like the Devil,
You can be beautiful.
But just like the Devil,
You are deceptive,
Using charm and wit to have your way.
Hence why I found you a great art study,
A trustworthy person.
You seemed familiar,
I couldn't figure out why until now.
You're just like my father,
A living embodiment of the Devil.
Something lies behind the mask,
It threatens to use all who trust you.
Something dark and dangerous,
Attracting the unsuspecting to you.
Like a moth to a flame,
You pick them well.
Molding and bending them to your will,
Using them as you please,
Before discarding them in the wake of your destruction.
No remorse or guilt for your actions,
Only pleased with the course of your actions,
Changing the innocence of others into guilt,
Showing your true self only to those who have accepted you,
Letting them change you,
In hopes for the better,
Ignorant to the true desires of your heart,
Playing the game by their rules,
As you play a more sinister game,
Alluring unsuspecting innocents into your web
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A Collection of Random Thoughts
PoesiaHere is a collection of random thoughts that I've written down, please don't get offended as they're just my random thoughts.
