Who Are You? - The Deception Poem by Gilbert C Daminagbo

The fair breeze blew and the flowers scent filled the air but non a butterfly seen. Life a blow, has dealt the citizens a terrible blow for non a whit wiser than the legions of the serpentine offsprings who rule - Yes! Baalzebub, the father, for he was craftier from the beginning. The god of Ekron, Cush, Veldt, the Araba and world.

Where butterflies ceased flower-visit foreboding pregnancy in infancy or advanced! My mouth leaves a watery bitter-sweet spit that carry an omen of zombies that are let loose by inhabitation of the soul to create a hoard of worse zombies that would overrun the world.
The worst zombie is the one that smiles when cutting flesh off your body to eat while you writhe in pain and tears to his enjoyment - a sadist.

Don't look for the invisible Devil when you are the visible invisible devil looking eyeball to eyeball at you in the mirror when you want to find out how beautiful you are - an offspring of Father Mephistopheles.
Many deceive themselves insulting the Devil unknown that they are the real devil for all acts of wickedness are carried out by you!

None teaches a suckling child to bite the tit if it's mother and smiles to see the pain and whimpering on her face for wickedness is a spirit and innate. Livings know wickedness and evil same a goat would enter your farms after watching to see if you're around - a trained thief that trained itself.

How far have you gone in evil? Who taught you to steal from Mummy's pot of food? Who taught you to tell lies at home, school and environment? Were you trained in these actions or did you just start learning it? No! It is you and your real nature.