Devils Playground
the lights, the sounds
the smells; so enticing
the devils playground
where demons dwell
lurking, watching, waiting
eagerly anticipating
innocent bystanders
souls unaware
caught off guard
by the devils snare
trapped on a
merry-go-round of sin,
spinning out of control
so called fun
the devils laughing,
damage is well done
the lights, the sounds
the smells, your own personal hell.
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