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The Devil


My Belief in God fails to exist

Although the devil kills numerous.

Inside many it coexists

It’s description being tumorous.

 

It is ugly and merciless

And takes away family and friends.

The devil aims to be murderous

Though some are lucky, and their health amends

 

Those who are taken as the devil’s sick game

will never be forgotten by those who love them

They are victims and It is to blame

For the devil is a dull rock who targets bright gems

 
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