The Final Cut Poem by Himanshu Sanghani

Hell awaits & heaven won’t take me
I am in between planes
the final cut has been made
blood ooze out but I can’t feel the pain.
My bloodeth blood stops the time; for
Lucifer to arrive
elated, trying to take me to hell.
He says oh! Well
how you’ve become so heavy.
This is the miracle of the soul in slain,
he askth whose soul is in refrain.
It’s my very own Lucifer I said,
You are willing to give your life
for a cause he asked

Your son, the evil trying to impart and enter this world
thru a noble soul,
I have heeded to save this and devastate
and make your son’s play
A foul.
My blood oozes out from this cut
Save your son or save me
I know you would like to keep my soul.
Lend me thy hand to see this
this manifestation done by evil
I know you love thy son; but

as this is the final cut