Dream Of The Devil
I was born of devils dreams.
Where musics made from angels screams.
Where guitars per & lyric flows.
And truth is told that no one knows.
Forbidden language & so much more.
The sacred places angels soar.
I've seen the garden, dare I say.
A place where Adam used to play.
When sin was born, then there was I.
A dream, the twinkle in his eye.
Soon to set the demon free.
Another dream, or maybe me.
By Keith L. Smith
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