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Beware of the man who enters in.
Eyes sunken in and hollow.
A soulless beast amongst men.
The physical form of evil.
His lies are as sweet as honey,
Yet they drip with venom.
Be careful what you do,
Or he will swallow you whole.
All hope is lost in the eyes of the devil.
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Well written! I love it. If you want, I have plenty of poems on my profil. It would be a please for me if you read one or two of them. I wish you a great day.