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I can make things disappear, then other things appear in their place.
Not by the means of angelic miracles, rather being, a magician.
The very one I was taught by the greats of this world, and yes those would be humans.
And so, I do my magic, for the fun of it.
A flick of a wrist, the coin behind the ear appears.
Or the photo quickly switched, just to save Crowley’s derriere.
As yes, even without any magic or miracles at hand, I would always save the Demonic one, the not quite man.
As I am a magician as well, the one in love.