The poet, the devil.
Will sit and look at the people's palace
That has a mantra to make people care in their hearts
Thinking big, probably dead, can't see
It is not available to keep, only until
Because I like to care about the devil
Set the line around
Don't know that
The way it came
To suffer the oppressor.
Do as people count. Will follow.
But when the fall is broken, the damn dog
























































