The
garden of demons
The
fake gold and lights
Blinded
by the natural bloom
Of
trees and flowers
The
bright of jewels
Glistering
in the night bloom
It
makes the eyes turn greedy
It
makes the mind ready
The
garden of demons
The
promises of many
It
lures the gullible ones
Let
them fall deep into the black hole
The
cries can be heard
The
generations have to pay
When
the deeds of greed
It
turns into a debt spiral
The
garden of demons
The
crooks will live by it
The
temptations all around
There
is no good in its place
The
garden of demons
The
365 promises
It
reminds me of a story
A
square stone once has over 360 deities
It
has come spook the mind
The
glitter isn't gold or diamond
It
is an illusion of a game of magic
It
is to draw a dramatic interaction
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