The Host
He is evils willing host
He’s catering to it’s every need.
He doesn’t understand the danger of the
Monster that he feeds.
He’s naive and blinded by
Eyes full of hope and belief-
Fooled by evils disguise-
Gullible, he’ll continue to
Help this demon thrive.
Just how can one reveal
Evils true identity to this host?
When in his eyes he only sees
The things he loves the most?
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