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a part two of a song i wrote at a previous date. yet this goes in another direction with the same main idea continued:
i hold this very dearly to my heart.
untitled as of yet...
i saw the divine in a devil's smile
and for a small fine...
he said:
"this world could be mine.."
i simply declined, for i'm short a dime
maybe next time...
yes next time, it will be mine.
this brother of mine, had no money to loan.
yet humbly he offered to me, the one thing he owned.
this world, which we aimlessly roam.
you call it hell.
well i swear i heard the innocence of a child
in that devil's cry.
his name you persecute time after time:
15 stripes past 39 and i still hear their cries.
that's beezlebub, that's beezlebub...
in that child's smile.
i hold this very dearly to my heart.
untitled as of yet...
i saw the divine in a devil's smile
and for a small fine...
he said:
"this world could be mine.."
i simply declined, for i'm short a dime
maybe next time...
yes next time, it will be mine.
this brother of mine, had no money to loan.
yet humbly he offered to me, the one thing he owned.
this world, which we aimlessly roam.
you call it hell.
well i swear i heard the innocence of a child
in that devil's cry.
his name you persecute time after time:
15 stripes past 39 and i still hear their cries.
that's beezlebub, that's beezlebub...
in that child's smile.