gates

poem by: Caleb House
Written on Apr 07, 2016 

Standing at the gates of hell just pouring gasolen on the fire.
Playing cards with the devil himself.
I had him in the palm of my hand.

Watched The fire just rain down on me.just walk a little further he'd say the end is right this way. 

There are no disguise here locked eyes with the devil looked around and seen I was the one in his palm.
The flames got higher the fire fell harder.
The gates began to close the game was coming to an end.

 

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