The Devil The devil hides behind the door, just out of my reach. in his presence, all my dark thoughts, come out to creep. They torture me, torment me, make me want to end it all, but that's not what I was taught, when I was small. I had learned to keep my head up and face a challenge, head on. In the dark and scary night, I was taught to put on a fight so that's what I did, when I couldn't take it. I fought the devil and showed him the alpha, so that before taking a second step, he would be scared. For now, I, shall be the tormentor, and he my victim.
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