I am not innocent

I believe everyone has God and Satan in them.

I have done my fair share of horrid.

I am not fully pure. perhaps, not all

A good percentage of me is the creativity of Satan.

I am tainted with coffee stains, my lungs withhold packets of Dunhill and Parliament.

What is between both my ears are always smeared with Smirnoff or Hennessy.

It does not mean I am bad, but my judgment is always clouded.

Everything of value is thrown at the back of my mind. I think of the destruction of things first. My hands do the rest.

I am not innocent because I try to annihilate Satan only to notice that I am slowly believing less in God. That my apathy increases and only I matter. Everyone else is just my casualty.

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