When the Devil Cries
never perfect but hidden in
a universe of dark angels
he sits on the thrown of evil
burnt sulfur skin
maggots and flies
rum colored eyes
when the devil cries
God knows he tried
his biggest mistake
when fire and brimstone tears
rolls down his face
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