Grip Of Pure Evil Poem by LUZAAN de Bruyn

Being in the hands of the devil
feeling the grip of pure evil
trying to break free
only a dark face to see
his only wish to kidnap me
knowing that this might be my end
screaming for help, trying to defend
then i got lose
only to get grabbed again
seeing the gate opening there and then.
my father came running out
i was safe without a doubt
the devil got scared
an orange overall he wared
he fastly drove away,
with only a sorry to say
so tonight i pray
and thanked God i was safe today
now in bed i lay
hoping that u will rot in hell someday