He Stoops To Smell The Purple Roses

poetic_person

Surely goodness and mercy

will follow you all the days

Of your life amen.

Looking at a mirror to hear

The good Lord speak, like footsteps;

You hear the rustle and for all you care

For all you care it might be him

Or the devil in a casual stroll.

 

The devil in a casual stroll.

 

Muffle a prayer, Friend

say a prayer for yourself

Clench your fists and pray

Muffle your voice and pray

 

Pray that the devil, in his casual stroll

Sees a purple rose and stoops.

 

The devil sees a purple rose,

and stoops to smell.

 

He stoops to smell.

  • Author: poetic_person (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2021 01:28
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