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"Do it, come on, what's the harm?"
I pondered, thinking, this raised alarm.
"You know you want to, it'll make you joyful!"
I sweat, pressured, I'd end up remorseful.
"God didn't mean what He said. Go ahead and do it, you'll be glad."
I clenched my fist fighting, I was getting mad.
He examined his nails and let out a laugh,
"God doesn't know all, He only knows half!"
I swallowed, swaying, shaking in my spot, was it just me or was it getting hot?
He tapped his foot glaring, watching me shake. 
"He didn't really mean it-those rules are a fake!"
I furrowed my brow still keeping my stand. 
There was something really wrong with this old man. 
"Let me ask you something" he said, voice low, 
"If God didn't want you to do something, would He not let you know?"
I thought over this, trying to think. I couldn't believe it! My conviction was starting to shrink. 
"I cannot do it, God wouldn't be pleased." 
"Ha! Why don't you be a man?" A fire lit behind his eyes, and I knew in that moment... I was going to die. 
I drew in a breath, igniting passion to my soul.
"I'm sorry Deceiver but I have to go."
"I'm not finished I tell you! There's so much more to do!"
"Well I have nothing more to do with you!" 
"Don't think for one moment I won't toy with you, come on now do what you know you'll eventually do!"
I started to once again question myself, oh how relief would spew but there has to be another view...but I give in.
Oh, but it was such a trick! And I am the one he had picked! He sneered and said,
"How do you think it makes God feel, to see His child causing themselves destruction? To think it's the only way to out! Of course you had to doubt!" 
I had no response I was down. 
How could this have turned around?
Now I'm lying on the ground. 
In a gown of grief and shame. 
"God, are you happy now? How could you of let this happen? If only you wouldn't have let him. What shall I do now, you wouldn't want me back, I disobeyed you and turned by back, will I ever be forgiven?"
"Child of mine, stand up off the ground. Wipe the dust off the bottom of your feet, for I know that you've been weak. Go, listen to him no more, for he is nothing but poor. I have opened another door freedom at last! Because I love you so much it will forever last."
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