Instead of leaving the demons alone,
you chatted with them,
befriended them,
and even adopted their ways.

Have you been possessed by seven demons?
how many demons are there in a bible?
many names to call but all of it are associated to you
Sometimes, it’s hard for me to distinguish it anymore,
because you and the devil are alike now.

You speak in echoes now,
but none of them are your own—
every tale you twist
turns truth into tombstone.

Tongues once trusted
became serpents in silk,
slithering through rumors,
swallowing guilt.

Your breath smells of borrowed vengeance,
a perfume of slander
that stains the innocent.

Even silence you defile,
dressing it in suspicion and exile.

I watched your smile warp into smirk,
while your words sank deeper than dirt—
turning allies into antagonists,
as Leviathan danced behind your lips.

You wove falsehood like it was scripture,
casting shadows on every clear picture.

Is this your communion now?
To feast on stories,
to leave souls hollow?

They say:

“Great minds discuss ideas,
average minds discuss events,
small minds discuss people.”

And here you are,
building your kingdom from whispers,
sipping tea brewed in betrayal,
feasting on the names you tarnish.

Tell me—
when did you become so hungry
for power in the dark,
that you let your tongue
become your dagger?

When did you let your demons
call your house their home,
until you could not tell
where you end
and they begin?

Now,
the Leviathan and you are one.

You possess its characteristics:
twisting truth,
breaking covenants,
severing your connection with God.

Your neck stiffens in defiance,
your heart grows hard and cold,
your ears close to the Holy Spirit’s whisper.

You carry its pride,
its arrogance,
its haughty smirk.

You speak in borrowed venom,
your silence becoming suspicion,
your words, a weapon sharpened by lies.

You let the whispering liar
take residence behind your lips,
feeding your ego,
breeding bitterness in your bones.

You think you are in control—
but the Leviathan is dancing you,
twisting your spine,
wrapping you in its coils.

And the worst is yet to come.

Because once pride has swallowed you whole,
once bitterness has choked out mercy,
once you have scorched every bridge you stood upon—

You will realize too late
that the Leviathan does not share its throne.
It devours it.

And you,
in your hunger for control,
will be left with nothing
but ashes in your mouth
and silence from the heavens.