(A Free Style Poem)


Do devils dare to doubt

The Master’s words?

His Silken slither?


Satan’s Shout?

Do they bear his burning stare,

When the truth comes out?

Are the fallen happy with their lot,

As they followed Evil Ego

To the pit

Of fiery fate?

Does the burning suit their yearning,

Where the weather is

Eternally hot?


Do they wish

That they could change their fate?

Back to the Pearly Gate?

Too Late!


Author Notes Past the point of no return. Don’t let this happen to you.

The picture is from Microsoft ClipArt.

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