Devil's Pride Taken
In the gutters of man's soul lie incandescent beasts
Gatekeepers blocking the way to greener pastures
Cracks in the pavement that are slowly eroded to form pits
And cadavers in mass graves left to rot
The road to sin is often gold-plated
But in the end you stand to lose the garden of truth
Peace and tranquility may not sound as exciting
As the hissing of a snake
But won't it be worth it the day mankind can say
In a lifetime, only one person did we cheat
Indeed, only the devil's pride did we steal.
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