Hell

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem: Hell
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2013

From the dust 
of hell
he rose -

He rose like
a phoenix,

and 
entered
my 
willing soul -

The devil
was
in 
full control
of my
mind
and
spirit -

I became
disruptive
and
destructive -

My life
was a
living hell -

The devil
enticed me
through
lies,
deception,
and
manipulation,

masquerading
fun
and
excitement -

It was all
lies,

designed
to
make me
a victim
of
his madness -

Through
it all
I've learned
that 
the devil
is a
lier,

who wears
a mask
to hide
it's sadistic 
ways -

My life
changed
for the
good

when I
stopped 
running
from the
truth -

I
no longer
see myself
as a victim,

I turned
around;
faced
my demon's,

and
the devil
moved on
to 
another
willing soul -

The 
Devil
is
a lier -
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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