Trapped
Trapped midst bushes and brambles
No escaping their thorny briars
The harder he pushed and he tugged
The fying pan's oil emerging as fire
The Devil Himelf seemed to grin at him madly
O, how he yearned to flee, so badly
But he'd signed his name to fate's bottom line
One's word is his bond, ~ a mere matter of time
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