The Devil

Believe what you may, but not what you want. Lust for the good but ache for the worst. He needs us, he wants us. He simply must control us. Is it too late to try and discourage myself from this arduous and compulsive display of animosity? Why should we be the ones left relying on him, when we know he's truly a liar. The deception, slowly rotating in his marine iris', gawking into our pitiless souls. We won't fall for it this time, the devil won't become us nor shall we succumb into a deeper part of him. We refuse to let the misery seep through us, taking over our every desires and turning them into disgusting aversions. Show no sympathy for the decreased and show no empathy for the mindless and repulsive animals that is us . We are perpetually humans.