⚠️⚠️(THIS WRITING PIECE INCLUDES RELIGION, AND I DONT MEAN TO PUSH MY RELIGION ONTO ANYBODY ELSE, OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT, ITS JUST MY OWN EXPERIENCE!)⚠️⚠️

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Disappointment is my one victory. I’ll continue to plummet closer and closer to purgatory.

Horns sprout from my head. From the thoughts that want me dead.

The one thing I succeed in, is the downfall of others. It’s as if my mere presence smothers.

The voice of angels fall on my deaf ears. Their bright light insist on my tears.

The light is blinding, too much for the human soul. The timer quickening as the radiance of angels takes its toll.

I spread like the plague, full of disgrace. I want to disappear not leaving a trace.

“I mean well!” I say to tired ears. The human is scorned by its peers.

I sprall off alone, away from others. Thoughts of where the girl had gone people wonders.

I sink deeper into the wells. Escape I want, but the darkness prevails.

Deeper and darker my world becomes. To what I wonder, have I succumbed?

A human with a painted face. Horns glued on in disgrace.

“My sin is me!” the human creeds. Falling as tears wept on her knees.

A dark voice rumbles the well. A menacing presence is all that dwells.

“I am the devil, the tempest of sin, for I indulge in this pin.”

I shake and tremble a classic tale. Breathing with a heavy exhale.

“Why? Why have you made me to this state? Why lead me to a bait?”

“A fish I am, temped by your lure. For what I wonder is the cure?”

“The test of will, and faith is done, for you have nowhere to run.”

“You’ve pushed those who love you away, now you remain as my stupid prey.”

I look up to the devil, his tall strength unable to level.

“No one can save you now, everyone is gone, from your own prow.”

I sigh in defeat, walking to the empty seat.

This is where I stay, forever here, unable to stray.

A light appears from my dark dwell. A gleam, or a sparkle, I cannot tell.

A silhouette in the shape of a hand, sitting before me on the dark land.

“I am god, a helping grace. For you my angel, have fallen into a dark place.”

I nod as tears fall down my cheeks, his help is what I truly seek.

The devil intrudes, and steps in the way, blocking me from my God’s bright ray.

“I am the devil, a tale old as time, for this angel, is now all mine.

A sinner is whose she’s become, no longer able to overcome.”

God interrupts with a smiles on his face. “Human, is a but binding lace.

Once torn from the threads of earth, they become their true final birth.

Horns or a halo will appear, but all I hold truly dear.

This one has steered the wrong way, no longer asking to be turned away.”

The devil has lost in the mind of the girl, no longer causing such a devious twirl.

The girl stepped upon God’s great hand, happy she’s escaping the troubling land.

No longer in the pits of hell, she has decided to no longer rebel.

Forever obedient to the hands of god, and with a mighty prod.

She awakes back on earth, all a dream about self-worth.

She decided right there and then, to no longer travel down the dark den.

For hell is a terrible place, always leading away a sad grace.

But under the faith of God, and the ask for help, no more humans can just say, “welp.”

It’s okay to ask to be saved, for God helps all those who ask to be unpaved.

This was my story, my journey with God, and both of my hands pray and applaud.

-Ren Avian

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