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by KLiedle (writer), Los Angeles, January 26, 2010

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Eyes of the Devil

It's not the temptation I shall fear, But its leader that I follow-- The devil masquerading as my friend.

Too many times I've stood before a mirror

And gazed into Eyes I did not recognize as my own

Evil eyes. Angry eyes. Eyes full of hatred.

The dark and the light collide into one space

As I long to bring myself into the existence I know

Wholeness makes my heart beat fast;

Adventure within my soul, yet--

The elation of airiness has me float like a marshamallow

Beyond this world and back

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

It's not the temptation I shall fear,

But its leader that I follow--

The devil masquerading as my friend.

Once you spew the fires of evil

You cannot take it back

While others sign the dotted line

And seek comfort in its warmth,

I've seen the gates of hell

And run away from its flames

No longer will I fall into temptation

For I don't allow myself to sin

By starving my bones of evils I perceive

Skin is all I have.

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KLiedle is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.