Get thee behind me, why must I remind thee?
You know persistence of trickery is what defines me.
You can’t have earth. You will not consume this turf.
What makes you think I won’t take this land for what it’s worth?
Because the power of good is stronger than evil.
You’re wrong if you think you’ll last longer than evil.
On the contrary. You’re the embodiment of falsehood.
Or maybe you’re just the embodiment of false good.
Nice try demon, but I won’t believe your lies.
Then maybe humanity will be glad to receive the lies.
This is right over wrong. The light will beat the dark.
But when the world needs fire I’ll give it a spark.
Devil is a lie. Your bad won’t break even. It’s good over evil the angels will beat the demons.
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Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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This is an appropriate article in today's world of craziness
sometimes good ends up evil or evil becomes good, which one do you choose? but the article is good too, is there a continuation.