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He


He stands alone 
at a dark corner
Eyeing the ones
that love the light
They walk by
unaware of him  
He grins wide
with deadened eyes
He knows the right
He sees the wrong
He stops for a moment
and moves ahead
They look at him
with such disdain 
Waiting again
for his presence to fade
But he sure knows
that these shallow prayers    
Will go unanswered 
as they always do
Because the day
you pity the Devil
Is the day 
you choose to rue