The 17th Act of 1 Corinthians

Little angel go away.
Come again another day.
The devil has my ear today, and has completely deafened me.
I'll never hear a word you say.
Peered into the abyss, and it has gazed into me.
Sees my inner most desires.
Makes them into realities.
Pleasing to the eye.
Appealing to my deeper mind.
Slowly engulfing my soul.
The art of deceiption much like the cloak of darkness.
Yet, this path is so broad I cannot seem to lose my footing.
Freeing the evils that have taken root in the weaker minds of man.
Am I beyond good?
Am I behind evil?