Eyes like the stars,
Lust from the demons.
Looks of an angel,
Yet the fingers of the devil.
Oh how he sounds like midnight
And chimes like the bells of heaven?
Yet rides me down to the depths of hell,
Only to redeem my Eve's temptation.
Prophecy [poetry]
Bởi DarshWrites
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