devil before me
look deep into me
demon of mine
I will get the utensils
my sword and shield
I will heat up
to cool off
with relief, with teeth
I have become
wat I wasn't, nor wat I want
but nonetheless
I have become
with your permission
this which you allow
in your infinite, ancient wisdom
you have blessed me
I will feed you
and when you are full
I will stare you down
hold my gaze devil
til the mirror breaks
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