When In Hell
Whistling screaming wind brings evil to my door
The rain, the driving rain washes away hope forevermore
So many years have passed but the payment date is due
So many times I’ve thought that the last face alive I’d see is you
I’m here my guard is down do what you must do
But remember when in hell I’ll come after you
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2019
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