The devil walks amongst us in everything we do,
He's a shadow in the mirror, a whisper cutting through.
He lingers in our choices that tempt us from the light,
With a fleeting grin at twilight, then vanished into night.

We feel his cold persuasion, and the tug of veiled deceit,
In anger’s sharp eruption, in envy’s sly retreat.
Yet often we deny him, pretend he’s just a thought, ...