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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