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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Imp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My eyes perceive a paradigm	    	<br>I can’t believe the tragedies I’m seeing				 And could vendetta be a crime? 				<br>Revenge of purest sorts I’m dreaming<br>It looks insane and frank I am about this			<br>That demons bubble in their blood and give the mouth a death kiss <br>They have a plan: it is to kill 						 This plan involves a hefty deal					<br>The barter from the devil stands 					<br>It stands alone, as if unreal<br>I see the devil. 						 Fiends on streets are walking 				<br>Strolling, eating, meeting, talking. <br>The soul exchanged, a life arranged 				<br>And destiny<br>avenged <br>For a life that is deranged <br>A masquerade of demons commences on the streets 	<br>The window to the dreadful soul are what all imps will greet <br>They are among the brave	`				<br>Among the weak they lurk as well,        Their life is doomed, when they perceive it well							<br>They never stop to wonder “Will the posterity get hurt? ” 		<br>From this dreadful question, their eyes quickly avert							<br>Within the psyche, one-thousand tumours   	<br>This is the life of diabolical consumers			<br>A labyrinth of humans who think they are sane			<br>Give into two-dimensional arousals of the brain<br>Their neurons are flooded on a slippery slide				<br>Greed gives the illusion of the euphoric ride 							<br>And in their wretched minds they dig their own abyss			<br>They glorify the monster and seal it with a kiss				<br>And looking down on this mess, the pile of shattered minds		 I feel the wicked sense of breath grinding down my own behind			<br>With one swift turn I spun around to see a sight that stiffened<br>me     <br>The creature- devil- standing, crunching, still and cunning as can be 	<br>Was greeting me with fabricated eyes; The truth no longer- only lies. 																</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">										</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sasha+Ioffine">Sasha Ioffine</a></strong></div>