Birth Of The Devil

October 1, 2020

Flames rise high

Light up the sky

Burning

And turning

The angels scream

As they feel the steam

The devil comes forth

Breaking the chills of the north

Heat higher

As the fire

Soars

His anger pours

Towards the people

Who hide behind the steeple

Burning down

Creating the eternal frown of human

Birth of the devil is because of man

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