Devil’s Death

(A poem)

Light a match
and let it see
hopes and dreams
you set free.

Call its blaze
in dire need
A hell of love
Your devil’s weed.

Burning bright
Within a hole
You’re mine now
Your heart of coal.

Screaming loud
Within your bed
Call me out
Your body’s brain dead.

This is why I started writing. So this message can be read, and heard. Sometimes evil can be seen, and I see it.

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