Children of our mothers,
we were young and innocent.
Countless time we danced in the rain like Adam and Eve, naked.
Then we evolved.
Became wild and free,
Gazing upon every girl like a Hunter's eye on a gazelle.
We became broken and dark.
And one night we lost it all,
trading our innocence for a place on a table of dogs.
Today, I wonder "how did i grow old in guilt?"
An aftermath of just one night.
Devil's Night.
- A-Clef The Poet
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