The devil's departure
Is really nothing
Only an exhalation of the tired ego
A final scream into the night
Nothing
As if nothing really ends
Everything just changes forms
The departure is of the psyche
A sleek and shiny viper
Fresh and free from it's faded skin suit
A dry kiss
That welcomes a new muse
And welcome he is, the devil to heaven
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