The devil’s breath came drawing near,
as the man, James, wielded his gun.
He aimed directly at the dear,
that had trampled and killed his son.
“This beast deserves the fate I bring,
for surely that is true.”
Then he heard the birds all sing,
and his thoughts became all new.
“The animal is but a creature of the land,
and my son did kill it’s calf.”
“So I have to understand,
that my life is really tough.”
The devil ran-enraged he was,
for his mission was in flames.
But then the trigger was pulled,
and a murder became James.
The Devil
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