Smoke and Mirrors II

With a
fantasy the adversary tempts
me to
sin – fall off the narrow way to
Heaven

Smoke
and mirrors is all he offers
the reality
of suffering – an early death
he conceals

Upon my
shoulder he rides all day long
whispers
sweet nothings within my ear
incessantly

For if
he cannot seduce my mind
to insanity
he will drive me to take my
own life

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