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)