A Devil

9 april 2006

A devil so cold, with a heart of stone
His friends gone; he sits all alone.
Much has happened; he wants to ask why
But he won’t do it; he would rather die.
All is silent, all is still
He sits there, with a dying will.
His soul is gone; he paid a fee
He wants it back; where can it be?
A devil so cold; sits all alone
With friends gone; a heart of stone.

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