Last Chance
One by one they seize and plunder your soul
Wailing tormented screams from down below
The vile and fiendish are hovering all around
Gnashing their sharp teeth; fists they pound
Sinister apparitions are shadows in the night
Scratching and clawing with all their might
Careful or soon your path will lead you to them
Life will be futile when they choose to condemn
Run a righteous race or take a potluck chance
Satan's demons will take the lead in your dance
There's time to change your ways before they do
I thought you would heed my warning, if only you knew
October 23, 2020
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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