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Aug 2016
It's a trap, sure
But not one for me.
Your brain is a prison
That you cannot flee.
Accept the fact,
You cannot escape.
Trapped in a dream,
And you'll never awake.

I made you mine,
Acted kind and great.
"Charming and funny,"
Were just used as bate.
I'm not who I said,
Not even close.
I've told many lies,
By now you should know.

Then again, how could you know?
I've made you go mad.
Pretending to care,
While getting in your head.
You thought I was special,
Now you're just crazy.
You try to solve me
But everything's hazy.

I know, I'm evil,
But really, who cares?
I live to **** the mind,
I live to scare.
Darkness and anger,
They make this happen,
An addiction to control,
The sinful way of Mammon.

They call me "The Eighth Prince of Hell"
Seriously. Wonder why?
I'm all the deadly sins,
But worse. Surprised?
Nothing can save me,
No power, no God.
I'm simply stuck
In a world of facade.


Disclaimer:
This text is simply words on a screen. I am a faithful Christian living to serve God. This text was not written to deny my faith.
This poem was written on February 7th 2016 on Poetfreak.
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