You look at a face
Do not look at the face
Satan is in their heads
Making them look this certain way to thee
Its to manipulate thee
The guilt comes flurring through your heart
Charging through your body up and down like an electrical dart
A dart stinging you with pain
Your alter ego gets confused by a realistic believable voice
Satan uses your voice of somekind to manipulate thee not always have you time to think of the right choice
Don't think of the choice to make
Think of God of how happy he Shall be that you make the right choice and what is good for everyone else and you too and do not be fake
Hypercrites can not play a role forever a role is just a role
It will not last, one day you might crack and come out of your shell and then you realize its your identity Satan stole
Only one way to get it back is to remember your Lord
Remember your weopan of your heart and visulize the sword
Get those hands out together up to the sky and do dua and pray whatever is inside you...
God will save you...
From whatever knot you're weaved into...
It is true
Everything you shall get through...
Anything at all you can do
You just keep on believing in Him
No matter how dark or Dim...
He is always with you that he created from a clot so He shall never forget you.