DARE TO KNOW THE DEVIL THAT I KNOW? III

What else do you call a man that live in luxury at the expense
Of the ones meant to serve?
What other name do you call a man that loots the masses?
What other tag do you give a lecturer that sexually harasses his or her student?
How do you describe a boss that denies a subordinate promotion because of unauthorized sex?

What else do you call them that kill for their own belief?
Don't you agree with me that a monster is one that rapes?
Is s/he not a monster that backbite his or her neighbor
Or perhaps seek the downfall of their fellow humans?

Is s/he not a devil that trades his or her friend's life for money?
Devil is not living anywhere but among men
Devil is not a figure we've been made to believe
The real devil is in or among men
Self is the only devil in the world today
By default all men are selfish
We all do things that suite our selfish desire

Government loot to acquire wealth
Lecturers harass students to quench their libido
The extent to which we allow flesh is the extent of evil in us
The manifestation of self is pride, power, hatred, malice, murder, etc.
All are work of the devil
Devil exist not, men are the real one
That beast, that devil is in men
If you kill it, it dies. If you allow it, it lives.

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