(after I. D du Plessis)
An abomination happens at the crossroad where lights do flash as a scary thing,
Beelzebub surrounded by evil angels wants to possess a distorted human being,
Lucifer laughs with great joy and draws a witch's star with a circle around it,
Adramelech wants a burning rite and pours out gravel on the drawn lines bit by bit,
Asmodeus mutters a lustful rite as a spell right from hell that does more evil bring
and for the seduction of a honourable woman the demons to dare
a wealthy businessman drives his red Ferrari with without care,
kneels before them, begs and his own soul is the offering,
Beelzebub surrounded by evil angels wants to possess a distorted human being.
[Reference:"By die kruispad" (At the crossroad)by I. D. du Plessis.]
© Gert Strydom
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