Little Devil
She
exists in the heart of darkness and fury.
She
the once who always acts in accordance of what is right,
Is now
transmuted to a she who is the opposite of ethical.
At
once she dwells in me—becoming my flesh.
Living with harmony: with my eyes cover and my hands chain up.
This
frees my repression of worldly lies and flesh and blood.
The
little devil, who is she in me, makes me the little devil in his wicked realm.
He...
