Now that I've crossed paths with the devil
I'm on my way somewhere else with an angel
The devil showed me things, but never without a disguise for what he really wanted
The angel I've met hasn't blocked me from anything, I see no shields
The devil was showing a smile, but only with a mask to guard the depths that were really there
My angel is guiding me where I got lost on the other pathway, because I'm not blinded with him the way I was before with the devil
Even before the devil wasn't always evil, and the angel wasn't always suspecting to guide or love me
But we see over time
And bumps on the path
Is where we find who they really are
I may of found my way back to the right path, but off guard I could be blinded again
The devil is many people, and wears many faces
Pathways can be interpretations
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PoetryThis is a collection or stories, thoughts, and poems. Enjoy connecting and asking yourself the same questions. Or just the suspense and sadness of writings art. Now that time passes there starts to unfold a different feeling. It may surprise what is...
