Seed Of The Devil Poem by Isabel Lavender

Being touched by the Devil is never easy,
sleepless nights and a mind without peace.
Why are some people evil when no reason?
I am lying in my bed waiting for the treason.

Bitterness and jealousy cause hard feelings.
To break my piece of mind is like stealing.
In a world of heated arguments and wars.
Crucifying the innocent to even the scores.

Neighbors at loggerheads with such passion.
Nothing better to do now seem in fashion.
Churches are empty people prefer to fight.
Sometimes it feels like peace is out of sight.

You seed of the Devil just leave me alone!
Let’s pray that God will be back on throne.
Evil curses and horrible shouting words.
I want to escape and fly up with the birds