As the Wheel Turned
AS THE WHEEL TURNED
As the wheel turned and the minutes ticked by,
I knew that I would soon have to die.
So, I watched the clock and its hands going round,
Then I fainted and fell and died on the ground.
And when I woke up, I only saw red,
But when I stood up, I saw Satan’s head.
And all around, fire burning,
But still going strong that wheel was turning.
Copyright © Marie Flint | Year Posted 2019
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