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Demon Below - Part One

Adam, his moves are like no other, thank you for taking the knife out of my back a dagger I ignored, until the odor of hate kept pushing the blade deeper than before Adam, Dear, don't think less of me, since I will voice my vicious words once more the way the stranger slicked and slithered in a worm like movement I was hooked, I admit, biting the apple for the second time I will no longer bite my tongue, watch as I hand over the dull knife back to this dark lonely shadow Blind under the ungaurded tree, a quick voice drew me in the way it came at me, like a friend holding hands, covering my back, a paradise in his own mind, a moat of quicksand, my foot sunk in Offering his game, a stench I ignored, building friendships, trusting the new employee I don't run with the sheep, must I be punished for accepting his bouquet of daisies Adam, I can't take this, the way he slanders, our name must I make a fool, from he who's been biten by fools before I don't wish to go down this road, but I have no choice these sneaky attacks, are the weakest form of sinning in a way I kind of feel sad, and wish he bathe his words in chlorine a reptile, like chameleon, I did not see this one coming. The only theft that took place, was when the stranger took my friendship and shook the Devil's hand, in front of me, laughing at the notion of never having my back, a slap in the face, for luring him my way Adam, you are my man, you are tall, like a Lady I will step back and let you take care of it all... By Poet - Eve

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