Foad thursday inspired poem.

The fools of the world, are still waiting to be killed.
The fires of hell are not easily chilled.
To escape, you must know that the answer is simple.
Just believe in god, and praise each and every pimple.

If you believe that, then you are one of the fools,
To escape the devil, you must be more than just cool.
The mind is needed, in a fiery maze.
And when your friends dissapear without one single trace.

To escape, you must outsmart the evil being.
That can destroy whatever you are seeing.
To escape, you must jump over fires, mile high.
There is no other way, unless you just won't die.

To escape the devil is impossible, but you can at least try..

Comments

Anonymous said…
Great poem young sir! Now get out off my lawn ya wippersnapper!


I am actually quite young, I am only an old man in my mind so you don't have to call me Mr. reap, although if you prefer formality call me the deadman.
Ragnar said…
Aha :p It says "old man" in your description, allthough I have had my doubts..

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