Lucifer's Hell Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The storm my corridor comes
With hope this passing
A death strolls in its breeze
-Peeps on my deed
And await my slip for grasp
To devour that once
And deliver me my hell

While does

In dark, I pray a lord
To extinguish tormenting light
And lent moment of sin
To iniquity, I pray lord for brief
But doer conflict
He left in light that blind-ens
And bestows shame that disgust sin
Letting be suffocated in virtuous
Yet where sweet darkness sustains soul
I crave still…

While on
My soul is doomed to nirvana
Away from the blaze of darkness