I was once accused of being the devil under a darkened moon on a foggy night

Now, I've met the devil and let me tell you
The devil once beat me with a curtain rack over my back until I bled
Only to pretend it was in the sport of the game

I've met the devil
In fact, the devil used to show my mom love from the end of a fist and in the sunrise after a long night of crying
Would convince her it was in the name of his love for her

I've befriended the devil
The Devil once taught me how to pick locks and marks minding their own business
And to prey on these people, nay,
Opportunities
Like my life depended on it

I've lived with the devil
The devil kept once locked me in a house-shaped-prison before flinging me into the world unprepared, and dazed
Only to blame me for not watching the outside close enough from my foggy window

I've loved the devil
And eagerly, I gutted myself in the devil's name each time she asked me to see my still beating heart
Only to be confused as to why she hated the mess that followed my orders

I've sacrificed to the devil
I've taken my own heart and soul, and impaled them on a blade made of pure jaded spite, only to lay them with all the other hearts I've stolen and pierced
Unknowingly, yet undoubtedly maliciously.

I've kissed the devil
And in that deal I sealed my fate a lifetime of servitude to a soul I helped created
And created a bond with the devil that was forbidden for good reason

I've lied to the devil
Only to have my mistakes return and slash me across the face like the blade that is the sun's beams shedding light on a long night of forgetting problems
No matter how justifiable he claimed I was

I've seen the devil
He watched me from the bottom of an orange tube only to switch his view finder to something he could swim in

And once more, even now,
As it dances on the end of my blunts

I've met the devil
And I've met the devil many times throughout my lifetime
I've met the devil enough times to identify it by smell, or hearing
Despite it coming with a new assortment of blends, a new chirp every time it appears, and a new look complete with me words
****, at one point, it was me

But I know this Now:
I am not (currently),
Nor will I be ever again,
The Devil.

You amaze me
You really do

With your selfishness
Your lies
Your exaggerations
With your vivid imagination

You amaze me
You really do

With your cruelty
Your evilness
Your irresponsibility
With your self victimisation

You amaze me
You really do

Give me a piece
of the beast
on which you feast.

Listen closely
and mostly
you will hear
at least one of these
children cry
from hunger,

stomach growling,
while predators are prowling,
and the wolves are howling.

Back home the at risk
sit and wish to be rich,
instead see their
family fall sick,
while praying
god will fix
all of this ****.

We could have been
partners and friends
to all of the children
who have fallen in
the hole we were digging,
struggling
with filth on their chins
as strangers pass by
smug in their disgust.

You know,
the world is broken,
and we allowed it to happen
cause the shiny little tokens
made our monkey minds smile
while rich wolves stole the whole
world.

Imagine you've cut a cake five or six times, each slice having the same color, however, a different shade.

Now replace the cake with sides of oneself.
Now Replace oneself with Me; I am that cake.

The me that is of a higher mind, which I consider my conscious.
I have a side of me that only manifests when drunk.
A side of me that only manifests when high.
The me who is sober.
The me that represents my thinking.
And then there is him, Malum.

The darkest slice of the cake. He lurks, spectating, snickering...planning.
He's the voice in my head that wishes I were dead...so that he could swallow my vessel and turn it into his own.

He and I have a contract; I am to control and maintain my body, so long as I never been put into a full-on life-or-death position, or I am not mentally sacrificial.

I've witnessed potential realities in which he had control...and it's terrifying.

I hope he never gets out.
I am not afraid to fight, because I fear failure; I am afraid of Malum and what he will do. He is not human...and he definitely doesn't fight for humanity.

He is the me that wanted the world to burn...and he still does. He has no empathy, no sympathy, and he craves destruction. He's calculated, analytical, and he lacks love. He is pure evil...and he is waiting.

He is waiting for me to die.
So that he can swallow me alive, and turn the world upside down.

That's Right My ANGER...
Yes... My ANGER... !!!!!!

Is PERFECTLY Fit...
For A... Poetic BANGER... !!!

You See My ANGER FEEDS...
Poetic Seams That Most CAN'T Believe... !!!

That's NOT EGO Peeps'... !!!

I Merely REPEAT What Some INDEED...
Have IMMEDIATELY...
Said Upon Hearing Big Virge Poetry... !!!!

Ya See My Anger... " Simmers "...
Before It Glimmers And Makes Heads SHIVER... !!!!
Like Walking In Slippers In A BITTER Winter... !!!!!!!

What My Anger Delivers....
Has Made Man QUIVER...
Who Thought They Were BIGGER...
Than... Heavenly Figures... ?!?

My Scriptures Paint Pictures...
of Anger That's SICKER...
Than ******* Vicars... !!!!!!!!!!!!

My Angers' Religion...
Paints... Dark Matter Visions... !!!

That DO NEED...................... DISMISSING.........
Because of... DARK Thinking... !!!!!!!!!!!!
That NEEDS To Go MISSING.... !!!!!!

By This I Mean...
Anger That Rests Inside of ME...
Is Something UNWORTHY...
of...... " Humanity "...... !!!

It's Something SO SCARY...
That YES It... SCARES ME... !!!

Because of The POWER...
of Its... ENERGY... !!!

From Poems To Flowing...
With... IGNORANT Peeps'...

My ANGER Is Something...
People... Have NOT SEEN... !!!!!

They... THINK That They Have...
Which PROVES I'm A Man...
Whose Coolness EXCEEDS...
Much More Than These DUMMIES...
Could... EVER Conceive... !!!!!!

If I … EVER DID...  
Reverse FLIP The Script...
And Let My ANGER FLIP...

From Words To BULLETS... !!!
And Moving Like VILLAINS...
Whose Anger Would LIVE...
To... NEVER FORGIVE... !!!!!

You Kids Should RUN QUICK.... !!!!
Because There's A DARKNESS...
That Lies... " DEEP WITHIN "... !!!

BEYOND... " BAD Lieutenants "...
And... DRUG Dealing Fellas'... !!!!!!

SINISTER Vibes'  ....
Would Direct My Mind...
So PLEASE RECOGNISE...
What I Say In These Lines... !!!

Because I Am Nice...
When I Greet The FIRST TIME... !!!

But REALLY DON'T LIKE...
People... Crossing The Line...
of RESPECT... I Live By...

It RUNS DEEP In Me... !!!!!
Like... ANGRY Legacies...
Bred From … IGNORANCE...
That's Now Seen On Streets... !!!

So PLEASE HEED My WARNING... !!!!!

These Words AREN'T For GLAMOUR... !!!
They're Born From EXPLORING....

What Lies In.....

...... " My ANGER "...... !!!!!!

She was a nightmare
To the lives of Normals,
Normals who were cruel
Normals who were abnormal.
They could feel her
But never sense her.

She was a mystery
To the members of the living,
Living like scared cats
Living like the Dead.
They thought she was
An imagination,
But she was a phoenix
Who rose above the living.

She was a Goddess
To the suffered,
Suffered who were kept silent
Suffered who were suppressed.
They thought she fought for herself,
But she fought for them
Against the Normals,
The Livings,
And the Evils.