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The Dance

When the Devil and the Angel dance,

the world doesn't stand a chance.

They waltz and move, each step more graceful than the last.

There was a powerful beauty in the red and white contrast.

His hand grasped her waist,

and he watched the heavenly way her body moved--but the Devil made a mistake.

He looked up from her body and into her face.

At that moment, Heaven, Earth, and Hell collided and crashed,

the brightest lightening flashed.

He looked into her eyes--the lightest shade of brown,

and he was no longer ****** to Hell.

To the devil he once was, he said farewell.

The Angel, the way she danced just for him--so peaceful.

The Devil fell in love with the Angel,

During the dance that neither Heaven nor Hell would ever forget.

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Mar 26, 2012
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