Each TimeA Poem by KittyThe Devil is near – I can feel it in the air; It’s all around. The evil is so putrid. The demonic stench is vile. It eats at me, Scorching my flesh. Yes, the Devil is near – I feel it in each step I take. He’s watching me With those evil blue eyes; Scrutinizing every move I make. He’s here – I feel the wicked powers Pulling me in, Sucking away my life. He’s here, alright, I see it; I smell it; I hear it; I feel it, Each time you walk by. Copyright©JosieWentzel29August2008
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