Randy McClave

Gold Star - 13,360 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Fiery Pits Of Hell - Poem by Randy McClave

In the fiery pits of hell,
Where all the demons dwell,
The Devil waits for us one and all,
Waiting for a moment for us to fall.

He sits and he will wait,
For the judgement of each man's fate,
So until then he bides his time,
Waiting for any sin or any crime.

The souls that the Devil can't resist,
Are the ones who say he doesn't exist,
But soon they will know he is real,
When a soul is lost and weak is the will.

The Devils most influential trick,
It is not to cure people or make them sick,
But to have people believe he is not there,
So GOD is forgotten and so is his prayer.

The Devil waits and schemes until we die,
While his existence many will deny,
Then his presence he will prevail,
In the fiery pits of hell.


Randy L. McClave

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013



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