O My Dear, you have served me enough
I am pleased with you, ask from me anything
But remember one thing and that is
What may please you may not be good for you
And Satan whispered in his ears,
This is the trap laid before you, Oh Man
Do not hesitate and ask for your hidden wish
The one you cherished for long to come true
This is the appropriate time won't get a second
The Master, having all knowledge
Said, did you decide what want?
The Man said, yes, my Master
I seek refuge from the Satan "the sneaking whisperer",
Who whispers in my heart.
I seek refuge from the Satan the sneaking whisperer, /// Oh Yes, I seek shelter from my SATANIC wisdom!
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Wisely written poem. A struggle is on.