Tear's of the Devil
Standing on the last brimstone circle
at the edge of the pit of hell, I looked
down cautiously, only to find a marble
of jewels made by beautiful man and woman
in good humble spirits.
My eyes filled in amazement and my heart uplifted
to heaven.I have found paradise
amidst the rubbles of dissolution hearts, but
not theirs theirs beat ever strong, no malice
they shed nor crimson red, all white without halos
was all I seen.
I was but anew entity among the literate carnage, thou
within kind hands they carry me higher than I ever been,
fed me full of inspirations and new hope to live.
My heroes and friends how else can I thank you
for your ability to give hope to shatter rocks?
Your picking of dry leaves
giving them life once again,
O' if walls could speak in honesty
they would surely praise your name, and
the Tear's of the Devil,
happy tears they would be.
Yet seldom is honesty convey,
giving true appreciation to
selfish-less acts of humanity.
poem by Gengis Capote
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