Party Crasher
God speaks only to my friends,
though an invitation, I extend.
Always ready to confound,
it's the Devil, comes around.
P.S.
Perhaps, it's since, when I do good,
I praise myself, not who I should,
and, when I should feel some shame,
it's the Devil I would blame.
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