He walked through the open door
Red eyes
Grinning from ear to ear
He found his
Next victim
He Raised his arms
Gun in hand and
Pulled the trigger
Mercilessly
The old man dropped on the floor
While clutching his own heart
His blood pouring at the door
The Devil kneeled
Besides the old man
While hate seeps in his skins
His eyes red as his sins
The old man’s hands clasped
Pleading from the Devil
Have mercy at last!
The Devil whispered to the man
Grace is not here
“Kneel in front of me old man”
I am your God
Tremble before me
Because I am your only way
To end your fear
“Now where is your God that
Supposed to save you?”
I say
Your said God, Do not exist!
You silly, silly man
Bow down before me!
I am your saving grace or
Shall I put bullet on your head
And watch your face dropped
Onto my feet?
Do your worst!
Replied the old man
You may take my body
But you cannot take my soul!
Because
My soul has been
Offered to my God alone!
Ethel Beckett © 2015.Brisbane
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Sleepless Warrior 