Devils’ Dance
Come.
Dance with me
I’ll teach you new moves
As we dance
I’ll sing you a song...
Darling little devil
Darling little devil
Do you know what love is?
Love is a condition
You live for it
Or die by its
But you have a revision
Like driving a car in reverse
I do not lie
My word is a sword
Cut through
But does not die
No, No
Don’t play with me
Don’t even try
I don’t give false hope
So don’t spit in my mouth
You told me let’s wander
And I said sorry,
It’s out of my hand
I showed you where I live
And how I die
You knew where I land
Oh, wait-
Yes! I lie
I lie once a day
When someone asks me
How I’m doing?
I answer; just fine
Yes, I lie
When someone
Looks in my eyes
I fake a smile
Yes, I lie
I lie once a day
Darling little devil
Darling little devil
Do you know what love is?
You told me once you’ve loved
Yes, you’ve loved
You loved the past
You loved the present
And left the clock on the wall
Ticking. . .
You told me the story
About this...
And...
You told me things-
We were good friends
And when I saw you sinking
In-your-own-blood
I gave you my hand
But-
Oops... my hand’s bleeding now
Looks like I’ve trusted another
Human, again
And my kindness
Turned on me in pain
Again!
Darling little devil
Let me tell you a little story-
Once upon a time:
When I was a little kid
I went to the church every Sunday
And one of the Sundays
Fortunately!
I was just got out of the church
After they taught us the lesson
Of the day- love...
And told us the story about
The rich man who gave away
Everything
And followed the
Word
At the end of the day
They gave everyone an apple
While I’m on my way home
I found a homeless
And I didn’t have money
But I remembered the lesson
So I gave him the apple
It was all I had...
An apple-
Not a piece
Not a half
But the whole
Now I have grown- Deeper
And I’ve become
A homeless, too!
And an angel gave me
An apple
So I kept it!
For I’m a homeless
Sorry...
I don’t have apples
To give away
I am a homeless
Not a farmer!
And don’t curse at the angels
Or you will get burned in hell
Even though they forgive sinners
But karma is a bitch, right?
And does not forgive
When it comes to justice
Darling little devil,
Love is an art
Drew by artists
Painted with honesty
If you really an artist
Don’t take an apple from homeless
To draw it on your canvas
And make an art out of it
But leave it to him to survive
His homelessness
#499words #devilishpinch
(Jesus will soon return to continue his original work)