Devil Wid Attitude Poem by Monica kulal

Devil devil they call me
There are conditions three
First climb up the tree
Then I agree
Second put yourself on my knees
As I will never plea
Third, have some scary degree
And you will be out of my hand and be free

Excuse me, is that I wanna tell
Guess that was wrong spell
Can you join me in the hell?
I will never make a farewell

Bloodshed life I will give you
When night turns black from blue
Dark deadly sight, in my side true
Would you be strong enough to carry through

Eyes close, you will smell bad
There would be fun, no sad
Was there a screaming shout, you ever had
And here I am to make you mad