Speak of the Devil;
I puke and I Scream
Through smoke and mirrors
and conversation
Appears this devil, in a dream:
"I'll be your friend. I'll make your world. I"m trustworthy and I'm loyal. And Fuck what you heard."
To the left, on my shoulder
An angel sits
it's panicked
it's eager for violence
IT's silenced, and tells me nothing.
The devil to the right-
In my face, ears, eyes, rib and limbs
Conjures untruths freely
And makes that call to me
Anytime my mind crosses the thought of it...
My head between two anvils -
An angel-
a devil.
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