Music Can Stop the Devil
While music holds memories of each second
And the devil weeps with each beat of her heart.
Unfit to steal, her essence will not depart.
He ciphers - baffled by this new development.
Designed by three simple chords - strummed with new contempt,
The madman crawls crooked - knowing she is exempt.
Copyright © Ferris Jones | Year Posted 2019
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