Dance with the devil
In shadowed streets where neon dies,
A boy was born with fire in his eyes.
No father’s love, no guiding hand,
The city taught him to take, command.
Friends whispered lies, “Be bold, be feared,”
“Power is earned when mercy’s cleared.”
He learned to fight, to steal, to kill,
To climb the ladder, sharpen skill.
One fateful night, a test was laid,
A heinous act that darkly swayed.
His hands obeyed, his heart turned numb,
The devil’s game had now begun.
The victim’s face, familiar, bright,
Revealed a truth that stole the night.
His mother lost, the horror burned,
The price of sin so cruelly learned.
The gang dispersed, the streets went still,
His soul was shattered, dark and chill.
Power and fame proved hollow, vain,
The devil dances, leaving pain.
Now warnings echo through the years,
Beware the shadows, the whispered fears.
One wrong step, and you will see,
The cost of pride, eternally.
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