by: Natasha Karenina Wijaya
He whose words are nothing but deception
He whose actions are nothing but sin
He whose thoughts are filled with nothing but malice
He who is none other than me
He whose ear has heard all my lies
He whose eyes has seen all my crimes
He whose cries were never heard
He who has been the victim of my ill will
He whose blood I have tasted
He whose shouts I have savored
He whose pain I have glorified
He who was stiff and fell upon my feet
He whose tears I have missed
He whose howls I have longed for
He whose scars I have dreamed of
He who is the devil of my mind
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