The Devil's Self-Description: My Existence

The light on the mountain carries the human soul to the depths of the universe, and my will lives forever with the heavens and the earth. No one knows my love for you, but heaven and earth will remember my past.

I am like a weed on the side of the road, deeply rooted in people's hearts. Am I sinful? I am the deep inner self of human beings, and they try to restrain me and cover me up. But I don't know that accepting me is a quality that all strong people should have.

I ignore all the forces of the world, and nothing can stop me. Although the glory of the past has disappeared, everything in the world still remembers my existence, and the fear that is carved into the bone marrow is remembered even after all the reincarnations of the world.

Weak people are bound by the rules of the strong, bound to the deepest part of my heart by moral rules, and I despise them as my dolls. The really strong will use me, control me, and even ignore me, and such a person will arouse my interest and qualify as my opponent.

Every time I appear, there will be a bloody storm. Do they know that I know better than they do that "in the beginning of man, nature is good." For the sake of various interests, break the moral framework, tear open the skin of justice, and become a demon. No, no, they are bugs in the shadows, vicious little people, and their presence only makes me sick, and compared to them, it is an insult to me!

One thought can enter the Buddha, and one thought can enter the devil. Don't reject me, accept me, just realize your heart. Just as the so-called thousand-year-old cultivation is not as good as once into the devil, the real strong will never hide themselves, understand the original heart, obey the original intention, in order to become their true self.

I have been lonely for too long, and there are fewer and fewer people who are my kind, who have become my kind. Can't help but sigh, the red dust is rolling, the real strong have been like a big wave of sand, very few, and the people who have become my kind are even fewer, I am waiting, waiting alone.