21st Century Devil
How was I supposed to know,
When all I have ever known was love?
That bad doesn't only exist in the bible
And liars aren't just in stories from a long time ago.
Bad is also the nice guy from the bar that I took home.
Too focused on hell, too jaded to tell
That sex isn't evil, it's the people.
The ones with bad intentions,
The ones you never mentioned
The ones who tell people, me, what I want to hear,
Manipulating the boundaries that I had made abundantly clear.
And then I'm confused again by how I ended up here.
I gave trust until it was broken,
Followed by fake apologies to keep me hoping that they had changed.
I learned that the devil isn't horned and red,
He's the horny man who was in my bed;
The one who raped me after I'd been fed his lies.
Drunk on nothing but an illusion; devil in disguise,
In the details too.
Magick woven with intention to suspend belief
This is the devil of the 21st century.
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