The Devil is always with Details

 The Devil is always with Details

When the shipment of the one comes,

Who is bad for every and each one.

The husk of chambered canon runs,

Realizing that the real devil is none.

Everyone is good innately,

An angelic affirmity that had to be lived for sacred paths and suicidal lies.

Believing no one is the real devil,

The denial is always feverish.

Everyone wanna be happy,

Everyone wanna be successful.

Like Everyone wanna ruin what others do,

And that's with the devil's tendency to outdo the undo.

Veracity and venom in his sword of no gem,

Vitality of vices in the voices of emblem.

Shape of sapphire, in the Greenland of desire,

A devil is born to kill every single lier.

Many beast serve him,

Like many others try to look underneath his table.

But no one really knows,

How to put the devil back into trouble.

Wearing the hat of green and purple color,

The Devil moves around to look for his next prey.

But the detail oriented devil,

Never like the abstract prone mankind ways.

The Devil does his deadly things,

Like the ones we all tryna do with our progenitor and posterity.

The Devil move out with his family friends,

To observe their traits and kill each one of them.

Who is a devil?

Who is an angel?

In this world of picture perfect life,

Who are you willing to escape from?

Who did bad to you?

Who does good to you?

In this sudden susceptibility of subtle changes,

We both vision versions of self hatred within us, to be true.

Why should we cry? 

When the devil is even laughing, 

Why should we express our emotions now? 

When the time flies this, somehow? 

What should we choose? 

Details or abstraction???

Or the manifestation of ourselves, 

In this mad love season. 

No one is the real devil, 

No one is the real angel, 

It's all in our head, 

That is caught between our hearts. 

It is all set to release the secret behind the devil's death, 

That was planned keeping the details in mind. 

As whenever the devil tries to come back, 

We all try to make him understand, that, 

THE DEVIL IS DEAD! 

THE DEVIL IS DEAD! 

Leeza