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The Devil Weeps
Poetry by Lorenza Marie G. Deada
In the middle of the night, as I pretend to cry, I lure all these unfortunate passersby.
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Disguised in the form of an innocent baby Is a vicious monster you’ll never foresee.
On their dire straits, I suddenly come around. I show up and pretend to care To be in that position I crave.
Going around various lands, People applaud the false hope I hand. Pretending to be someone I’m not To reclaim the power I had planned.
Faking everything I am Into something they want. People taking the bait in a snap; Their own gullibilty is their trap.
Seeking for their support, As they go around to seek my help. A false hope I provided; A false hope they believed.
In the middle of this chaos as I pretend to care, I make sure to deceive my prey. Disguised in the form of a helpless baby Is a dangerous creature who will betray.
