In the Belly of the Beast

As I sit here in this jail cell
where evil spirits and demons feast.
I can feel the hatred around me
here in the belly of the beast.

With each shouted curse or scream of pain
the evil around me grows.
I'm a single Christian Soldier
where the enemy forces flow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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March 2, 2012 at 4:42 PM
Lary, hello.again....:-) wow...:-/ to your poem.. this poem is very deep. I never compare my surrounding to a belly full of hate... But, I do understand the Christians Soldier, and the need of the enemy to be around... a very strong thought..always..pd
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