Gone Is The Evil Poem by Amber Glistener

Creepy noises in the dark,
evil choices sometimes spark,
while waiting for the light to come,
and never thinking once to run.

Morning light could be our savior,
but best seen in light are the traitor,
and nothing better comes from nothing,
than the thoughts that turn quite into something.

The devil's eyes are beating red,
they speak the thoughts of those unsaid,
and manipulate the good ones in stock,
the decisions of them he often rocks.

But God is more than morning light,
he reminds us our choices that must be right,
and the devil is then cast away,
no longer in our hearts could he stay.

Gone is the evil,
gone is the wrong,
gone is the horrible one who wishes us bad.

For satin cannot stand,
in the presence of demand,
and the word of God,
which we should speak with our minds.

Gone is the devil from our mind,
gone is the evil.