Dial 666 For Murder Poem by Paula Glynn

His life has lead him here,
To a web of violence, deceit and murder,
He walks the wrong side of the tracks,
He kills for pleasure,
He kills for strength and power,
And it is like he has picked up the phone,
And dialed 666 for murder.

The devil has him in his sights,
Old Nick experienced,
In the ways of the world,
And the ways of hell,
Earth someone's hell,
Or someone's heaven,
Which they choose,
Is up to them.

So many kill, psychopaths,
Walking like dinosaurs,
Preying on the unsuspecting,
Innocents just wanting to be free,
Psychopaths now wanting to be free,
Of the devil that tortures them,
Making them burn in the flames.

The devil: the fire God,
Has captured and released,
So many souls,
Hell of many designs,
For hell is the spirit world,
Imagination of the devil,
Knowing no limits.

He may be a psychopath,
But he is blind,
He is the one trapped in prison,
He is the one with the stone,
In his heart, his heart cold and empty,
No praise for his murderous strength.

And the devil will answer,
His telephone call,
For he has dialed 666 for murder,
His brutal mind violent to the core,
No relief from the pain and the heat,
His life built on cruelty and deceit,
Centuries left to burn and peel,
No release until he learns his lesson.