Imagine Satan Knocking Your Door Poem by vittal vandavasu

On a dark twilight winter night
The darkness was enchanted by Satan
You could call it evil's might
Someone called him to return

When Satan smiled
The night howled eerie
Shuddered those wild
The bold had nothing to derive

Imagine Satan knocking your door
And you open not thinking of the fore
He would have blood to pour
To quench the thirst in hell of throats so sore

Someone threw the bible in the fire
and cut the throat of a cat
And called someone from the lands so dire
On the pile of innocent soul Satan sat

He sold his sell to yours
What is this eccentric business?
Imagine what hatred he had for years
The demise of your easiness

Should you wake up in hell
what is it you will yell?