The devil resides within us. That devil is pleasure, That devil is temptation, That devil has no cure. That devil cannot be exorcised, That devil is angel in disguise With wings as long as its lies. Its halo as black as the actions it wishes upon us For its eyes conceal the gateway to its soul. A soul created in the depths of **** With a dash of pity; Pity allowing the host to remember they are descendants of good, With the thought process of the devil And the intentions of God.