Collection Time Poem by Shanna Stewart

He calls 'collection time'
as the souls step in line
It's the devil's time to shine

He lets loose,
Doesn't overlook any empty truce
He's deadly, like the noose

At his side Belial stands
The devil's right hand man
His number one demonic fan

Torture is their game
They slowly drive the men insane
Each scream is hell's gain

Fire blazes all around
Bodies of your friends fall without a sound
With a terrified look you gaze around

You await your dreaded turn
For eternity you will burn
Unless you fix your mistakes now and learn.