Grip Of Pure Evil Poem by LUZAAN de Bruyn

Grip Of Pure Evil



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

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