POEM: DEVIL IN DISGUISE 

DEVIL IN DISGUISE 

DEVIL IN DISGUISE 

Arthur: Atoe peter odion

In persistent real life issue.

The devil resides with you.

Fake smiles dilates like

Yellow tint on a ripening Drupe.

But deep down, good deeds practically

Sank in the tudals when

Sliding through.

Being a devil,might be the worst

Attitude of display.

But I see it as an Attributes of being sage.

My heart beat booms up in pace.

Arduous to tell if am happy,rude or dismay.

Most times my mind got blurred.

Regardless If I would die or not.

I find it concreted picturing life of course.

All posing in my mind be riots,war.

And I know its bad,

But I careless truly.

Any which way,am still gon be repute with.

Now I feel like the boss, baby…..Templeton.

The Devil can’t be scrapped,his in ourselve.

Time will tell,when he leaves,counting

On the minutes,hours self.

Cause scrapping out the devil is like we tryna kill ourselve.

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