The face of Diablo

No one knows the devil’s face

The Diablo making a face or a physical body is child’s play

So many forms this Diablo melds into

Sheds into the skin of a snake

Wears the skin of a human

Tempts as a dashing man

Seduces as a beautiful woman

Diablo’s only desire is to play with mankind like toys from a toy chest

Cunning, clever

Mischievous, berserk

Diablo’s greatest cunning lives in us

Burrowed deep down in our rib cages

Tucked out of sight they live

Our most devious, indecent and darkest tendencies, desires and thoughts

Diablo’s fingers brush the edges of our minds

Lips pressed against our ears

Fiddling with the evil that’s buried deep down

When the piece of Diablo that is hidden within all of us rises to the surface

When it bubbles from the pit between our ribs

To see Diablo’s smiling face

One only needs to look in the mirror