When the Dark Prince brings roses to the Heart
Who do I choose ?
Pebble or the bask
I crumble with love and I do know the past
Surround and around warns me and even mocks me
Awhile,sit in my quieten to the existence’s frighten
For the Tempter’s sake I fetch the bosom of philia
He burnt me alive but I stayed with life
Fire is not agony but a test of time
Lucifer or Azazel whom should he be
Harm me or disarm me ...the charms he play
The goodness dwells even within the Satan
Hope of my hope looks for it
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