THE DEVIL’S PRICK

He lures her with a smile

He draws her closer with goodies

Innocently she steps in

Shutting the door to a happy life

The room gets dark and his thoughts gets darker

Agent of the devil he is

Pushing his camel’s head  through her needle’s eye

Her screams are lame,  her cries are faint

Her bruises heal but her life still bleeds

He stole her life with his prick, an unripe life

Give her life back, stop the scoundrel

Stop the devil’s prick, it steals her life.

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