Devil

Was she,
in a misteriously
and naïf way,
said he did exist.
Looked out
for the book
and prayed
to the Lord.
When the faith
runs away
down the shadows
of pain.
No longer
be, no reward
at the end
and the devil’s
smell
comes
around
in each day,
and the devil’s
hand reaches
every raising
concern.
So long
believed,
to live
for
the paradise
and to meet
back those
gone,
but the very
bury ones
are too old
for your past
and the bitter
black truth
is they are
not even mud