Devils Play Poem by Demen ...

Devils Play

Rating: 3.5


Writing to death
you get no return
Looking around,
you begin to burn
your skin will now melt
your blood will now boil
the devil will play
and you're put into soil



NB: 'and you're put into soil' - lowered into your grave.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yannick Hermans 22 June 2009

nice and evil, just like I want it: p

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