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He is a poem about a demon of any kind trying to grab ahold of your soul


Submitted:Nov 21, 2006    Reads: 93    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


He's been coming after me my entire life.

And he's come close to catching me once or twice.

He's taken my mother, He's taken my pride.

He's tortured me until all I could do was cry.

He's maimed my self esteem and formed my insecurities.,

But things were always better than he made them seem.

Now I am so lost I can't even see the light.

My soul doesn't know wrong from right.

I must have been looking the other way.

I thought he was behind me to stay.

But he has always been around.

Watching and waiting to kick me when I fell down.

I hope I noticed him in time,

To keep from falling out of line.

I can't run anywhere, I have no one who cares.

The fires of hell are about to ignite

And my fragile soul is holding on with all her might.

Please Lord catch me before I fall out of your reach.

Please Jesus rid me of this horrid beast.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

Show him your strength before I am too far gone.

Shield my heart from his destructive blows,

And use the power no evil knows.

Throw him back to his fiery grave and lock the door.

Show him Lord that my soul is yours..





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