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...Walk With The Devil…Walk with me, talk with me, come dance to my tune, Step onto the treadmill, there's plenty of room! Walk with the devil, come walk this way… Let me lead you into the bowels of hell this day! Look at me, feed off me, savour, and inhale Take what's in my mind…while I watch you pale! See into these eyes, these eyes so cold and red! Stay with me, feed off me, become the walking dead! You're minds messed up; you took the wrong path, Now you shall feel the extent of the devils wrath! The body's abused, and you've a messed up brain… Come walk with the devil, and dance with me again! Yes, I own your soul, because you sold it to me! For the life you wanted, the life that wasn't to be! When you dance with the devil, always know, That what you see, isn't really what's on show! Distortions of the mind, is the devils game… Taking you beyond your nightmares, going insane! Curdling screams omit from the darkened soul, As you fall into the bowels of hell, the red hot coal! You made your choice, and chose the devil, that's me! And now you will suffer harshly in hell for eternity! You played the game, now you must pay your due, As you dance with the devil…did you even have a clue? When you chose this path that you now tread, Didn't you wonder the price when you were dead? Or did you go about life in a wicked way? And not care about the debt you would pay! ...Two paths, two choices, we all have to make... Be careful your decision, for your soul is at stake! *** Leave Your Pitchfork At The Gates *** ...Sit On The Hot Seat... *** And Be The First Into Hells Fire *** For The Devil Owns Your Soul! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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