Devil

The Devils presence, looming under dark skies,

In fake friendships, he sows his Wicked Lies.

Disguised as friends, he spreads his snare,

Tricks so cunning, with a grasp unfair.

Such a shallow soul, deeply dark and hollow,

Leaving an aching heart, each breath hard to swallow.

Oh, the Devils disguise is cunning and sly,

He twists and turns with a deceitful eye.

Intentions so dark, he plays s twisted game,

Control and Manipulation is his hidden aim.

The Devil prays on the Lonely and Lost,

Feeding on Souls at a tremendous cost.

Empty hours, wasted Days,

In their company, time frays

Drains your spirit, leaves you tired,

Friends' laughter now expired.

Beware of those who claim to fill a void,

Who disappear when a true connections employed.

They masquerade as a friendly face,

Memories with no loving embrace.

If you dare to Aim at the Devils Face,

Don't miss and never leave a trace.

Be wary my Friend, of the path you tread,

For missing the Devil will you leave you dead.

Real friends stand steady and loyal,

The devil will try to make them recoil.

Real ones will listen to everything and naught,

Bring a presence comfort, not battles of distraught.

So let not the Devils way ensnare,

Unmask his tricks, breath in the fresh air.

Make like a phoenix, ignite the Flames,

Leave a spirit of which only Authenticity Remains.

We can beat the Devil, it isn't that hard,

A stacked deck never beat a Karma Card.