Mr. Satan Poem by James Reed

Mr. Satan

One two three
Who can it be?
They call me Mr. Satan
Evil as can be

Comin' from the realm
Of shadows, that's my home
Comin' to get you
Where ever you may roam

Four five six
Bones break like sticks
Flesh ripped and cut
Bleedin' like a pig

Cryin' out for help
No one hears a sound
Got a brand new bed
Six feet underground

One two three
Who can it be?
It's just Mr. Satan
Come to watch you bleed

Run try to hide
No escapin' me
The only Mr. Satan
Time to rest in peace

Mr. Satan
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