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Jul 2016
I am the reason people
Lie to one another
Hatred, jealous, and envy
Toward their brother
I will make you cry
Don’t care how you feel
And if you are not careful
Your very life I will steal
My name is what, and
Who you think it is
I am the big dog
The one and only thrill

I am known to cause
Confusion on the spot
I been chased many times
But never ever caught
I’ll make you do what
You never thought you could
I am bad, I rule this hood                                                                            
Don’t take me lightly or
Say what I wouldn't do
Anything is possible when
I choose to do it to you

All this time and you still
Know not my name?
When bad things happen to you
Tell me who do you blame?
My job is to keep all of you
From reaching Heaven
I bet you know me now
My name is the devil
I cause wars and fights
In every single town
I stick out like a sore thumb
I am easy to be found

When a person pulls a trigger
And takes someone’s life
I made them do it;
I brought hatred in their sight
I told you to leave your wife
And your husband as well
You love what I offer you
I make great sells

It’s easy to plant a seed
In most people head
Some people is easy
Prey to be led
Once you open up and
Let me inside
You will repeat all kind
Of jokes and lies
I love it when people let
Me have my way
I dance you like a
Puppet on a string
And there’s nothing
You can say

My name is, and always
Will be
Mr. devil to you
Hey! That’s me                                                                                          
I am cunning, and come
In so many forms
If you are not a child of God
My spirit you fail to learn

I am a peace breaker
I hate to keep things together
Continue to do what I say
We can spend eternity
In hell together
So the next time you are lonely
And crave to do wrong
Call me on the phone
Or visit my home
I live between purgatory
And the inferno in hell
If you forget my number
You can send me an E-Mail
I thought about this because when we were little every time we got in trouble and my mom get at us about it, my little sister would always say to my mom I'm sorry, the devil made me do it. So when I think about strange things I think about what my sister use to say, and got the idea to write this poem.
Written by
Lillie Williams  Mississippi
(Mississippi)   
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