Satan’s Story

I tell a story

These woods are too scared to tell

For here even thoughts are heard

And here do the demons dwell

One does hear silence at night

Hoping no sound touches their soul

And then a shrill scream blinds the night

And then we can see no more

When the dawn breaks

The red sun awakens the lifeless eyes

And there is blood gushing in the river streams

And the land burns sad and dry

And as one walks down this lifeless lane

Where the demons dwell

One can hear the whispering skeletons

“Welcome to Hell.”

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