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Any Evil You Like before/after Inbetween wake and sleeping last night, moving through feverish pauses, I envisioned. Real to skin imagery. I was Satan, come into this incarnation to forget for awhile. "Well, you're the Evil One, do it!" an agitator in the crowd says demanding a trivial display. "You don't understand," I said, "I came to earth to forget all of this. I want none of this. Good, evil, good, evil, what does it mean? What is that? Do you think I care? Do you think I care at all what happens to you or your brother? What hatred lurks in your heart and what you want done to him? I want peace. I want quiet. I want to forget." I, the devil, paused. "It means nothing. It is all nonsense. I am not here to receive the evildoer. There is no abode for the good man. It all just is. I want nothing from you. I give you nothing. Only God cares, and you have no idea who or what God is at all." I stood, and puffed out my chest. "Me? I'm just a figment of your guilty imaginations." I said. And I disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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