Speak of the devil, the wind softly blows.
Look towards the sky as away it goes.
Burn out the ground and black out the sun.
Speak of the devil; cock the gun.
Speak of the devil; he’s after your soul.
But it’s broken and beaten, blacker than coal.
Fiery depths from within and below;
Speak of the devil to save your soul.
Speak of the devil; I’ll be by your side.
To hold you softly and safely, through this hell of a ride.
To hold the last, little innocence kept so dear.
Speak of the devil; I am here.
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-Nah
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Well, Speak of the devil!
Wow that is a really good poem. I'm guessing this poem is about life? It's great but kinda confuses me lol. I'm stuck between hell and life.
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