the devil and a saint painted with the same brush
one filled with hope while the other's purity is touched
both love there creator
some say they look to heaven although they dwell in hell
jaded by life held prisoners in there own cell
time in there head's keep ticking away
embodying what it means to be insane
this is the nature of a devil and a saint
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem