Dance of the Devils

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There rests,
Tunes of the wicked,
Beats of immoral,
A language of the foul,
A ballet of the imps,
Wanting to rule,
For eternity.

In the same place,
Where the love lies.

When the love lies,
It’s the dance of the devils.

Why I Lie


Some of those lie,
Which you are unaware of,
Are not mine,
They belong to time.

Some truths were bitter,
They gathered pain.
I melted them with sugar,
Coated them look better.

I take the hurt,
Let them be mine.
You deserve better,
Accept my lies.

I am sorry for what I do,
I lie,
They are not mine,
But they make the place shine!