The Devils Lair - Poem by louis rams
All you could see was the blood trickle down the devils sickle
As he laughs away at his new deaths today.
He knows there are many who will go astray
And with evil they love to play.
These are the ones who will lose their souls
Because in life they had no control.
Had they listened and looked around
GODS kingdom they would have found.
In the meantime the devil sits in his lair
Cause he knows he’ll get his share.
Some sins may look to be fun, but you’re under the devils gun.
He makes the world so enticing to where you want to explore
Never thinking that you’re opening up his door.
Although he may be a worthy opponent
GOD he could never defeat and will always be underneath GODS feet.
© L. RAMS 090215
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