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| Who is the devil?

"You are a devil."

I stare at him,
Stare really hard.

Blood continue to drip,
Black blood dying my clothes.

The pain is fading,
Fading strangely,
And very quickly.

"Who owns you?"

Not being able to clarify my confusion,
I point at where I live,
Just beside this garden.

What is asked,
I give.

What is told,
I obey.

"Brenton Wistt.
Very sly. I'll see you again,
Very soon.
"

I don't feel good,
I don't want to be stabbed again.

So I shake my head,
Still clutching my chest.

"You have no choice."

I hear him say,
Dread spreads across my chest.

I hear him say,Dread spreads across my chest

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