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2d
Forget horns and fire.
The devil isn’t out there — he’s in here.
In me and in you.

Born in pride, lust, greed, envy, sloth, gluttony and wrath.

Not a demon. A pattern. A habit.
A choice — repeated.

Evil doesn’t kick down the door.
It whispers.
A silent wish. A petty lie.
A dark thought you never speak.

You think it’s harmless — but that’s how it begins.

One day, you cross the line.
Not to survive — but because you want to.
You take. You hurt. You cheat.

And something inside you splits.
Part of you hates it.
Another part… likes it.

The guilt fades.
The lies get smoother.
The wrong feels right.

And you call it “strategy.”
“Strength.”
“Success.”

But it’s just the devil… wearing your face.

Evil doesn’t always scream.
Sometimes it signs laws.
Wears a flag.
Smiles for the camera.

The real apocalypse isn’t fire from the sky…

It’s the day we stop feeling guilt.

The devil’s not coming.
He’s already here.
And we’ve stopped noticing.

- Niko Randeni
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Niko Randeni  27/M/London, UK
(27/M/London, UK)   
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