As I walk past the devil's patio I gaze in full of amazement,
Gaping at the bloody roses dripping almost in slow motion,
Sometimes I stop and watch the devil himself,
Water his venus fly-traps and his casavas,
His young children come out and play,
And dance among the kudu plants,
I leave satisfied and knowing I will be back tomorrow.
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Bloody Roses On The Devil's Patio
PoetryMy own description of how the devil's garden would look like.