The Devil Likes To PlayA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)reposting some lyrics I wrote
That Child’s smile Crushed on concrete Adolescent life flowing From mouth to gutter Once youthful dreams Now shattered pieces When you look to the sky Asking just why Remember… The Devil likes to play In his own way Feeding on hate Tainting weak souls To make his own Pitchfork schemes To kill spirits being Cause the devil likes To play his games too A bedtime story Of innocence stolen Like candy from a baby All in the name of A father’s twisted pride Locking her up inside Looking for answers A mother kneels to pray Forgetting… The devil likes to play With a twist of cane Tempting lost fate Grabbing pure souls To make his own Letting terror reign In a perfect world Where the devil decides To play his games too Searching for reasons For the worlds pain Bow your head and pray To see the devil’s playground The Devil likes to play In his own way Feeding on hate Tainting weak souls To make his own Pitchfork schemes To kill spirits being Cause the devil likes To play his games too © 2008 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Reviews
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Added on February 10, 2008AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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