What I think of devil is someone how is making your life bad.The devil is someone living in a place that hats a lot of people so he is going to make the peoples life in hate.
The devil is some one who is possessed that is bad and can persuade someone to do something they shouldn’t, let’s just say he was good but turned bad in an insistent .
I hate the devil. Anything that is nasty in a mean way, I hate it. A devil is just one example I could use, but there are many more. Among the rest, the devil has got to be the worst one of all.
She grinned mischievously. “And what’s that to you?”
“I mean, I don’t care,” he said, scuffing his toe along the baseboard, staring hard at his laces.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, shut up, stop it.”
“Oooh okay. I see what’s going on.”
the devil is around me. he tries to tempt me to become evil, to do bad things. people blame the devil’s temptation when they do bad things. However, I think we are all a little bad inside
maybe the devil just brings out the truest form of ourselves
The devil. Or, at least, that is what I called him. I’m pretty sure Alex wasn’t the disgraced angel from heaven; however, he did act like the clone of the devil. The nerve of him to get close to someone just to throw them away like a dirty old rag! Alex, you’re going to regret what you have done to my friend.
“The Devil may care,” but honey that old saying don’t mean anything to a three-horned demon as persistent as me. Love, I’ll still take you by the hand as we wander in a sacred garden. Arrive at my favorite tree where I will ask your pardon. We lay like spoons and gaze up into the sky, you close your eyes and I slip past that fly. Pressed against the trunk I feel you thickening with me, blush cheek flush with my shoulder, fingers curling, I can see you’re feeling bolder…oh sweetheart with the thorny sigh, part those lips like you part them thighs.
He asked me what I wanted. I didn’t think he was making a list. I thought he was being rhetorical. he just wanted me to think of all the things I didn’t have so I told him–I told him everything that I ever wanted and I shit on everything that I didn’t have.
He told me he’d fix all of that, I just had to give him one thing in return.
I snorted, “What? My soul?”
“You sound like you’ve done this before,” he said.
I thought he was joking.
The devil is not good. You should not mention it in any good way. The devil ruins people and laughs at them. Why does the devil exist? Why must there be so much evil in this world. Why? why? why? I am so confused.
The devil made me do it. The devil is after me. The devil is the reason for evil. The devil is evil….
Now I’m not saying the devil isn’t real. I’m not saying he isn’t to blame but what I am going to say is, I think I should own some of the blame of the things that ail me.
he was the devil and she was the innocent child. he took and took and took until all that was left were her tears and the journal she held tightly to her chest. he told her that she was worthless, that she had nothing valuable to give to this world. and she believed him. she shouldn’t have believed him.
The devil is in the details so they say. Sarah considered this as she lightly traced the veins that laced across Collin’s hand and forearm. In that case, I love the devil more and more every day. Sarah smiled tightly to herself, admiring the play of her pale fingers over this man’s tanned skin.
“The devil is in the details, son.” The lawmen adjusted his hat and shifted his stance to level with the kid. “My advice would be to forget what you saw here tonight.”
I looked into his eyes and saw evil. Not just a bad guy. Not just a guy with a different agenda. Pure evil. The kind that keeps you up at night. The kind that your feel in your soul.
The devil daunts the reason for awakening,
once the mind is lit with an illuminating flash light,
held by the hands of the future,
the mind signals its lower chamber,
the subconscious,
to start appreciating that fly that just now landed on your plate of peach cobbler.
The devil whispers to take the easy way out,
egoism, will let you shout,
may catch some trout,
but step back and analyze,
what an angel would say,
pay some homage,
but humble,
converstative,
and converse with bliss,
The devil in the red dress. It is so appealing, so fruitful yet so… bashful and proud and lacking in tenderness. How do we have good without the bad? We need the devil and so he knows, and so we all know.
She was a nasty lady, but incredibly well kempt. All she would ever do to introduce her self to the new trainees was to stare them down from behind her polished black finger nails. She really knew how to intimidate someone with barely a glance, and with full eye contact lasting longer than three seconds, you could tell how terrified the trainees were.
the devil, my favorite character. because if there is a god he must have created such an entity. He only exists with permission of the supreme. Not by choice but by design. My wishes resigned, my virtues refined, what does it mean to be an ultimate being? whos only purpose is to prove the weakness of human beings?
Everybody knows that the devil is a woman, and she is mighty fine. She keeps her red horns hidden in her red curls and rides home on the H Line. She’ll smoke three packs and say she’ll have your back, but with each mistress, it’s all the same. It’s a mystery to me how I fall for all her schemes, but I guess it’s all part of Hell’s game.
“It wasn’t like that,”she said. “It was all really innocent. Really…”
She looked away and he could see she was embarrassed, she was hiding something. They had done something to be ashamed. It was not likely they had actually contacted the devil, but who knows what is in the hearts of young women.
I would like to be the devil for one night. I have been in the past i know the feeling. When i m drunk im the devil and everyone else seems like angel. I have the power, greed, money, everything that a man could ask…but thats in the past…at present i try make good decisions for me…i dont want to live in a cage i want to live free.
This remains me of someone being mean.
A devil is someone who stalks you.
When I think of the word devil the devil emoji
What I think of devil is someone how is making your life bad.The devil is someone living in a place that hats a lot of people so he is going to make the peoples life in hate.
A devil can eat my dick,
A devil can eat my dick
The devil is some one who is possessed that is bad and can persuade someone to do something they shouldn’t, let’s just say he was good but turned bad in an insistent .
I do believe in the devil but I don’t worship him. I think he/she is a horrible person that will forever be in hell and eternal damnation.
When i hear devil I think of ghosts taking over our bodies.
The devil is a bad person. It is usually referred to as the opposite of God. Some bad people are considered Devils.
When I think of devil I think of like the devil that try’s to get us on he’s side instead of Jesus’s side.
When i hear the word devil I think of a older man all colored in red who is so evil that he can possess people.
When I think of devil I think of a person dressed up in a devil costume for Halloween.
I hate the devil. Anything that is nasty in a mean way, I hate it. A devil is just one example I could use, but there are many more. Among the rest, the devil has got to be the worst one of all.
Sneaky, skulking, slithering, slumping, the dejected and mal-intentioned lizard raced through the hallways setting traps. “Hellways… heh.”
She grinned mischievously. “And what’s that to you?”
“I mean, I don’t care,” he said, scuffing his toe along the baseboard, staring hard at his laces.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, shut up, stop it.”
“Oooh okay. I see what’s going on.”
And then devil smiled at me and said, “Admit it, love. You cannot resist me.”
the devil is around me. he tries to tempt me to become evil, to do bad things. people blame the devil’s temptation when they do bad things. However, I think we are all a little bad inside
maybe the devil just brings out the truest form of ourselves
The devil. Or, at least, that is what I called him. I’m pretty sure Alex wasn’t the disgraced angel from heaven; however, he did act like the clone of the devil. The nerve of him to get close to someone just to throw them away like a dirty old rag! Alex, you’re going to regret what you have done to my friend.
“The Devil may care,” but honey that old saying don’t mean anything to a three-horned demon as persistent as me. Love, I’ll still take you by the hand as we wander in a sacred garden. Arrive at my favorite tree where I will ask your pardon. We lay like spoons and gaze up into the sky, you close your eyes and I slip past that fly. Pressed against the trunk I feel you thickening with me, blush cheek flush with my shoulder, fingers curling, I can see you’re feeling bolder…oh sweetheart with the thorny sigh, part those lips like you part them thighs.
He asked me what I wanted. I didn’t think he was making a list. I thought he was being rhetorical. he just wanted me to think of all the things I didn’t have so I told him–I told him everything that I ever wanted and I shit on everything that I didn’t have.
He told me he’d fix all of that, I just had to give him one thing in return.
I snorted, “What? My soul?”
“You sound like you’ve done this before,” he said.
I thought he was joking.
The devil is not good. You should not mention it in any good way. The devil ruins people and laughs at them. Why does the devil exist? Why must there be so much evil in this world. Why? why? why? I am so confused.
on the level
with some devil:
“you’re not a bezel;
at best a bevel”
The devil made me do it. The devil is after me. The devil is the reason for evil. The devil is evil….
Now I’m not saying the devil isn’t real. I’m not saying he isn’t to blame but what I am going to say is, I think I should own some of the blame of the things that ail me.
Everywhere
he was the devil and she was the innocent child. he took and took and took until all that was left were her tears and the journal she held tightly to her chest. he told her that she was worthless, that she had nothing valuable to give to this world. and she believed him. she shouldn’t have believed him.
The devil is in the details so they say. Sarah considered this as she lightly traced the veins that laced across Collin’s hand and forearm. In that case, I love the devil more and more every day. Sarah smiled tightly to herself, admiring the play of her pale fingers over this man’s tanned skin.
“The devil is in the details, son.” The lawmen adjusted his hat and shifted his stance to level with the kid. “My advice would be to forget what you saw here tonight.”
I looked into his eyes and saw evil. Not just a bad guy. Not just a guy with a different agenda. Pure evil. The kind that keeps you up at night. The kind that your feel in your soul.
The devil daunts the reason for awakening,
once the mind is lit with an illuminating flash light,
held by the hands of the future,
the mind signals its lower chamber,
the subconscious,
to start appreciating that fly that just now landed on your plate of peach cobbler.
The devil whispers to take the easy way out,
egoism, will let you shout,
may catch some trout,
but step back and analyze,
what an angel would say,
pay some homage,
but humble,
converstative,
and converse with bliss,
My little brother.
The devil in the red dress. It is so appealing, so fruitful yet so… bashful and proud and lacking in tenderness. How do we have good without the bad? We need the devil and so he knows, and so we all know.
She was a nasty lady, but incredibly well kempt. All she would ever do to introduce her self to the new trainees was to stare them down from behind her polished black finger nails. She really knew how to intimidate someone with barely a glance, and with full eye contact lasting longer than three seconds, you could tell how terrified the trainees were.
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The devil stands behind me. He says I did great and he is going to take me with himself now. We are going to continue the mission together.
the devil, my favorite character. because if there is a god he must have created such an entity. He only exists with permission of the supreme. Not by choice but by design. My wishes resigned, my virtues refined, what does it mean to be an ultimate being? whos only purpose is to prove the weakness of human beings?
Everybody knows that the devil is a woman, and she is mighty fine. She keeps her red horns hidden in her red curls and rides home on the H Line. She’ll smoke three packs and say she’ll have your back, but with each mistress, it’s all the same. It’s a mystery to me how I fall for all her schemes, but I guess it’s all part of Hell’s game.
“It wasn’t like that,”she said. “It was all really innocent. Really…”
She looked away and he could see she was embarrassed, she was hiding something. They had done something to be ashamed. It was not likely they had actually contacted the devil, but who knows what is in the hearts of young women.
I would like to be the devil for one night. I have been in the past i know the feeling. When i m drunk im the devil and everyone else seems like angel. I have the power, greed, money, everything that a man could ask…but thats in the past…at present i try make good decisions for me…i dont want to live in a cage i want to live free.