I met a boy with cuts up and down his arms.
Scars over scars.
Tattooed on his face, the word NUMB.
Tattooed on his body, Satanic art. A closet neo-Nazi.
I spoke to him of sacred things.
Offered stories of redemption and hope.
I gave him my number, told him I had a job waiting for him with my brother if he was willing to work hard like a young man like him should.
Please pray that he calls me.
Please. His blue eyes are too beautiful not to see again.
I call him my Devil Boy. Pray that the Devil Boy calls me.
I met a boy with cuts up and down his arms.
Scars over scars.
Tattooed on his face, the word NUMB.
Tattooed on his body, Satanic art. A closet neo-Nazi.
I spoke to him of sacred things.
Offered stories of redemption and hope.
I gave him my number, told him I had a job waiting for him with my brother if he was willing to work hard like a young man like him should.
Please pray that he calls me.
Please. His blue eyes are too beautiful not to see again.
I call him my Devil Boy. Pray that the Devil Boy calls me.
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