The Devil Poem

The reaper came My soul was slain My body left for dead He rose his hands in deathly stance An ax went through my head His face so black He then pulled back And swung his ax again He dropped his with such a whack And put on his evil grin The reaper shook My body took My soul with him to hell And what remained Of my brain He picked up and took as well He took my name He took my fame My life I’d lived in sin He had no shame He felt no pain Or sorrow from within But I shall live again The flames of hell Returned the smell Of bad things I had done He made me dark In every part A monster I’d become The devil sat in a chair And Spat It was an ugly sight to see I looked at him That man is sin And he’s my God to be The devil spat at me From his chest At my request He laughed so deep and loud I have to be I must be free But that he won’t allow This place I hate I must escape Or I at least should try Where I would go I do not know But somewhere I would find The devil has to die