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…Slowly...Slowly I watched from a distant land, As he was led away by the devils hand! He took her to hell, and played with her head, Toying and torturing her, the living dead! Weak to the ways of a blackened soul… Death not an option, that wasn't her goal! But she played the game, Russian roulette! The price of the win…wasn't told just yet! So she played her game of chance thinking she'd win! But her cards were marked, the devil held her within! Within the confines of this place so named; hell! Fear and torture will be her only tale to tell! The ball rolled hard, and landed on red! He not knowing she was soon to be dead! The reaper and the devil, stood at her side… While the floor below them, opened up wide! Into the bowels of hell is where she will be, In payback for the pain inflicted on others by she! Her time was nigh, and as the game came to an end, She fell into hell, and a pain that she'd never befriend! The bet was dear, was it worth that cost? For again the devil won, and she, the sinner lost! Beware your sins will always find you out! And when you end up in hell, there's no way out! Two paths two choices! Make yours well! Or know this now- The price will be hell! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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