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The Devil
First ever poem about Darkness |
As he comes, the sky turns into a different one. The beautiful sun turns dark moon looking down as a spy. Bringing depression and ruining lives is his nature. Destruction and violence, his favourites, Good people, his food, Bad people, his dudes. Red and black are his favourite colours, white and blue, his least favourite. Always breaking people's hearts making them hopeless and frightened, is the one called The Devil. Posted on WDC on 5/22/2012 |