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Sid Oct 2015
Sister, are you lookin' for someone?
Why you out so late tonight with your tattoo and your gun?
Are you lookin' for the Devil to help you pass the time?
When you hop the train to ease the pain, that's who you're gonna find.

Lady, are you out there on the run? Spent the money so you might as well have just a little fun. You're dancin' with the beast, so pick out a fresh black dress. Paint your lips and eyes up nice and his cold heart you will possess, because

The Devil loves women. Rock
                                                  The
                                                       Boat,
You gonna end up swimmin'.
So, grab that knife.
Protect your life, when he comes to claim the pearl.

You're lookin' so **** pretty, and he's looking for a pretty girl.
Dominique Arnold Sep 2015
I played trouble with the Devil today.

He told me he was bored, he was tired of torturing the massive sinning hoards.

It started when he pulled me out of a crowd waiting to be punished, and began to ask me about my family and friends, and how my apartment was furnished.

He then led me to his house and it was strange cause I'd seen it before and as we stepped inside I realized it was the house I lived in as a kid in Flossmore.

He then headed to the kitchen and asked if I wanted a drink, it had been years since I'd had anything so hell yeah was all that I could think.

He laughed and handed me something that looked cool and crisp, I didn't hesitate I grabbed it, and took two big sips.

As I looked up I could see him smiling grinning from ear to ear, he said do you like it I call that the Devils ****, it's my very own home brewed beer.

He pulled out the board game and we began to play and the whole time he talked about his trails and tribulations and what he ate for breakfast that day.

He told me of his sorrow his love and his former boss, he told me how they ******* up the story Paradise Lost.

On and on he went for what seemed like weeks, and then finally he said man I'm getting tired I'm going to go get some sleep.

So he showed me out the door gave me a pint of ***, patted me on the the shoulder and told me to come by tomorrow and we'd go out for some fun.

I walked slowly back in line thinking man I ****** up, if there was any hope in getting out of here that's gone the Devil actually likes me, ******* it I'm stuck.
Shivendra Om Jun 2015
I always lived
in between —not fair
I believed
A meditation on The Devil card of the Rider Waite Smith Tarot

by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
cass May 2015
666
Your are the most delicate rose, and the most deadly sea
You were born by hate, and live by greed

Your laughter is the harsh winter wind
Your breath, it is the most bitter cold

When you awake from your sleep
It is one of us who will sink down deep

You will drag us under for all our sins
While we are filled with so much hope in our last minutes

But its useless we know, you have made up your mind
There is no hope, at least none that we will find

Goodbye to all we love, hello to all we hate
All you need to do is leave your heart and soul at the gate
IndiGo Apr 2015
... The pills keep swallowing
I swear I walk with God but
                The devil stay following
This used to be home.
This sweet darkness swallowing you up.
What fearlessness became this strength you claim?
You, who poetry evades.
We danced to the tune of your sorrow,
now sickly tunes of order pollute your mind.
Oh! The dread you did incite!
What choirs did cry!
You.
My rising little sin.
Did you not shudder when I pierced you?
When I drew upon you
tales that memory cannot forsake.
With blood so flowed your words,
creation in it's purest form.
What is your deepest fear?
That I have left you,
or that you are broken?
You are reaching into darkness,
clawing depths to the gears that grind the beauty,
to ignite the chaos you desire.
An unfamiliar beast lies in wait.
You do not know it's name.
The machinery has evolved,
advanced.
Your demons have left Hell
& you.
Abandoned.
You cannot see the God
growing behind your tongue
so build no coffins yet.
Light has macerated misery
but it has spoiled no talent.
You are not dead.
Horror still shapes
the Ragnarok engine of your hands.
A new Devil awaits
to prepare your throne.
If only you will
Rise.

— The End —