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Just a goofy piece I wrote the other day on my break.
When I was young, I saw a little devil sitting on my bedside.

He said his name was Doubt, and that he would be with me my whole life.

I did not know what that meant, although I cared for God and acquesed to Hiss will.

The little devil did indeed follow me about, and I benefited from it ever since.

For no one truly understands Faith unless he has been followed by a devil of doubt

Who sits on his shoulder and constantly challenges what he knows.

Who can know the limits of epistemology or what their real motivations are,

better than me, better than ye, better than anyone who has a demon of doubt?
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