Lucifer's heart is not quite as cold
As the lies that they have told
For he gave me life
And another chance to grow old
Holding my hand through fields of fire
And the freest of souls
No torture to be seen
Just love and gold
Filling hearts in paradise
We will never be made to fold
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoesíaA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
