The Devils Playground Cont. Poem by Frankie Stamey

This old world is the Devils Playground
This is where the demon comes to play around

When it gets too hot in hell, The devil gets out
He comes to the playground and starts to play about
Taking the heart of a poet, The poet won't know it
until it's too late, like tomorrow, Replacing the love
with pain, agony and sorrow, He will be spitting blue rhymes
blowing your mind with killer lines all the time
Written by a devil heart, filled with demon blood
Now make no mistake, It's your soul he'll take
Without even trying, The devil crosses the line
Someone starts crying, Just a sign of the times
Lost souls are dying, There's no second chance, no rewind
The devil's not blind, Using demons of all kinds
penatrating hearts and souls with the bluest of rhymes
From a master of the mind, Making sure the love don't show
No feelings left to grow, Now don't say you didn't know
For I have told you so