Simple tricks and lies of darkened drinks,
ancient scripts of forgotten thinks,
breeding thoughts of crimes and death,
choking breathing his tainted breath.
The devil speaks and whispers in my ear,
bringing and praising all my fears.
And I listen.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2026 07:10
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Comments1
We all do and what is worse most like it. Well written
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