Inside my belly lies a hidden treasure,
not seen by human eyes.
Only the angels can find it.
The angels and their weeping grins.
They giggle to themselves,
plotting to take what's mine,
and say it was the devil that provoked them.
I do not surmise,
that they will succeed.
I only cringe in anticipation,
hoping the inevitable won't arrive.
I shame these despicable creatures,
hiding behind false pretenses,
and living out their eternity,
double agents.
This is why I am on the run,
with a closed heart,
open mind,
and black soul.
To survive.
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