With no bones left, the skeleton smiled

That pain, the soul feels now, when its dignity died

No mercy on the muscles, that enriched the soil

The stickiness of the body, will be turned into a source of fuel

After a year, the colours of its coffin disappeared like its last wealth, ego, pride, fame, truths or everything it lied

From the grave of its own, the devil once cried

Echoes in the air get stucked
and tired

Devil wants to jump out from the hole
Even no one is there, in the whole world, the devil wants to prove it's evilness

The Past sometimes like the leaf that left the huge tree, helpless

The Present is the calmed wind, the same way betrayed as it is the time,
and helped the helpless as it's the history of the devil, after its death rewritten and modified

Lord of the dark not enjoying the blindness anymore

Who happily died once, now wants to live that life once more

Full of nuisance, with the knife of curiosity
Devil now wants to kill the dead itself

As its end brings a change, in its past,
the one human who loved humanity.

Again the devil cried...

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