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
Copyright © Sean Givens | Year Posted 2015
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