The Death Of The Devil - Poem by Rik Bertrand
There is no forgiveness for what I have done,
I take responsibility all, I am the guilty one.
It was love and compassion at the wheel,
But it was the devil that sealed the deal.
Mesmerized by the beauty in her eyes
I was a fool for not seeing the horrible lies.
Transfixed on the feelings in my heart,
Not knowing that it would be soon ripped apart.
Devoured by my own torn and warped soul,
The devil took advantage, he took control.
I was played and manipulated to the core,
But in the end it was me that slammed the door.
Revenge for love lost was what was in my mind,
The devil would pay and I would not be kind.
Forgive me not for what I have willfully done,
From this mortal sin, I will not run.
Cries do not come from what I have lost,
For I am willing to pay, whatever the cost.
I have dismantled a crimson tide,
One on which the devil will never again ride.
I am guilty, I am a sinner, give me my due.
But pray for me when all is through.
I have riddened this world of the devils curse,
And I cannot think of a sin that is any worse.
You say that what I have done is glorious work,
But wait till the world starts going berserk,
What I have done has offset the balance of life,
And that will cut through the good like a knife.
Beware what I have done; beware of what is good,
Be careful to look where the devil once stood.
Evil is out there although the king in not there,
And it may happen upon you, when you start to; not care.
©REB (DEC 2012) the devil is the least of our problems. Be careful out there.
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