Scouts Of The Devil Poem by Whitney Davis
Scouts Of The Devil
The tethers of life
Tie you down.
All of your strife
Is making you frown.
The pain is torture.
The misery, dreadful.
They are watchful vultures,
Scouts of the devil.
The whispers you hear,
Speak of temptation too real.
Don’t let your tears
Make you strike the deal.
There are those who care.
Don’t fly to the sky,
And leave them there.
Their loving hearts would die.
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