Poetry

Me And The Devil

In the distant sky the devil comes
I turn one eighty and start to run
I trip and fall and he helps me up
He asks me if in life I've had enough
Not quite yet I have some years
Embrace death, do not fear
Now the world I look through different eyes
I could easily end this but I think I'll try
To stay alive, before I decent
Me and the Devil are pretty good friends
So I know, I have a place upon my death
I start to die, I take my last breathe
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