Facing the devils eyes.

by Dean   Nov 10, 2008


I come so close to dieing I can hear the angels sing
Am I a clueless being or a some kind of devilish offspring?
I look up and see a chariot running towards me yelling as I shout.
It stops and blows dust in the air,
as darkness flows everywhere
Demons come and surround my soul,
as I cry out to God for mercy once more.
I fall to my knees as clinch my fists,
waiting for the Devils fatal kiss.
As I look up with my watery eyes
I realized that it was the end of my life.
As the Devil is walking towards me, I stand, face to face.
There is no need to say, what happened that day.
I am now waiting to leave this hell
I hope to one day bid the demons farewell.

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