A Prose Poem
The devil is exhausted. He works hard. Mostly mental, but it is still hard work. He must produce new and more alluring temptations each and every day. He tests them out on his underlings. Some are tossed as ineffective and irreparable . Most are good enough to bend the will of human folk. He’s been doing this for eons. It never ends. More seductive, more enticing, more tantalizing temptations. Although to be honest, most of the old temptations work perfectly well.