craggy carbon
A poem by: Wil (bookie)
At night she dances with sin,
A devil gave her comfort with its hands on her skin,
A claw-like teeth shown from satan’s grin,
And with it, the contract of death.
Realisation came before fear,
How can the devil be so near,
The time of revelation was a shock,
Was my life the Lord’s blessing; was it not luck?
Then, when it was her time to part with the Lord,
She saw me, eyes gleaming from the far distance,
And when she glares, she spoke a blasphemous word,
Such a thing could put one in a trance.
With her glare, comes the devil,
Four eyes gleamed as one,
She parted with her soul,
and she parted with the sun,
And I knew then and there that He was real.
For seeing darkness, light needs to exist before it.
When given the time for running from her hunt,
I chose to kneel and ask for His forgiveness,
I pray that He will judge me justly,
Or that he will bring me to safety,
I pray that He will save His creation,
And not let the devil bring us to the path of destruction.
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