I then entered a gigantic room,
Filled with a musty smell of doom.
There sat Satan on his throne,
Made from human skin and bone.
On his sceptre was a skull,With the horns of a bull.
I could see his blazing red eyes,
That seemed to glow when someone dies.
His mouth was covered with stains of blood,
He had eaten raw meat, like a cow chews cud.
Believe it or not, there was his trademark...
His horns, his tail, and his pitch-fork.
He explained, "I have many a costume,
This is appropriate, I presume."
"NOW COME," he demanded with a grin,
"And tell me of your wicked sin!"
"I have sinned, it is true, but not enough to come to you!
God sent me here to find out, What it's like, for I was in doubt.
And now I know which way to turn,
To stay with you I would only burn.
With God there is Life everlasting,With HIM I'll stay through all life's happening."
Proverbs12:18 Thoughtless words can wound
as deeply as any sword,
but wisely spoken words can heal.
Forbidden fruit creates many jams!
So sad my Limemobile was totalled when a guy ran a stop sign.
Poetry In Motion : seasonal poetry
My HALLOWEEN page contains poetry in motion.
Beetle Trek My 1998 New Beetle
The Sands of Time has been crossed
times.