By Bristi Parvin
Even the devil was once divine,
In his heart, love used to entwine
His love was as pure as the water of heaven
It flowed through his veins
A thousand deaths he'd face without a sigh,
To shield his love from tempests raging high.
but fate had different plans
He was banished from heaven
He lost everything amidst pride and arrogance
A curse casts its shadow
A mind that is now hollow
His once pure veins are now filled with poison,
His heart turned into a dark garden
A dark garden with the seeds of blood
A dark garden full of scars
A dark garden full of thorns
A dark garden with a black rose of hate,
And love?
He buried love like a living corpse
But that corpse is still breathing
Cause the devil was once divine
By Bristi Parvin
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"The Devil Was Once Divine" by Bristi Parvin poignantly explores the fall from grace and the transformation of love into bitterness. The imagery of a once noble being consumed by pride and darkness evokes empathy, highlighting the eternal struggle between good and evil within us all.
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