Poem -

Devil's Playground

The mind rips through the soul of dark night.

Every thought against oneself is a thought against God.

Every mind is the Devil's playground, just ask anyone-

Thoughts betray us when we let them. Even Jesus had

A moment of doubt on the cross. The human mind does filter

Many things except the doubt and pain of being human to begin with.

God forgives us, but rarely do we forgive ourselfs.

The Devil's greatest weapon against us is our very nature.

He plays with minds like a maestro plays a musical instrument.

The simple in thought are gifted with a better filter agains their own minds.

Thus, although the children and simple suffer, they are closer to God.

It is the so-called wise who must guard against their own nature.

Godloves simple, things like love and honor.

The Devil likes complexities for as it is often said the Devil is in the details.

Thus the mind is and remains the Devil's Playground.

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