Pete the Cat's Poem

The children made me grin ear to ear, for making me their puppeteer. I manipulated them in my wicked ploys, making them my little toys. I strike when they not know when, after I trap them in my den. the whole world in my big stage, I play for keeps in their age. The parents resist if I tempt them again, but the risk is worth the gain. The children are simply tools in my sight, I lead them to every dark night. Chilling with fear, that their screams no one will hear, and all do God is near, The Devil is right here. Talking to you is he not, filling you with dread is he not? 
Yes, when you close your eyes at night, the war has just begun to fight. Visions of light disappear, and nightmares reappear. A bittersweet mirage tempting your cold heart, your thoughts are swirling in circles but no reward if you cross start. Shadows of what was or what could have been, still rolling dices trying to uncover the unseen. Whispers of the past are drawing you in, tangled in memories touching your chilled skin. Cravings, so hard to neglect sleeping to survive, just want to close your eyes, because in your dreams... 
I'm still alive... 
 
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