RUNNING ALL OVER HELL

THE DEVIL, HE GETS NO REST.
HE'S WORKING DAY AND NIGHT.
HE'S GOT TO DO HIS BEST.
HIS TIME IS SHORT TO FIGHT.

HE CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF BLOOD
APPLIED BY GOD TO YOU.
HE'S RUNNING ALL OVER HELL
TO SEE WHAT HE CAN DO.

THE DEVIL, HE QUOTES GOD'S WORD
BUT TWISTS IT ALL AROUND.
HE SEES YOU AS A BIRD
WHOSE WINGS ARE FOLDED DOWN.

HE CAN'T BEAR THE THOUGHT TO KNOW
THE POWER YOU HOLD WITHIN.
HE'S RUNNING ALL OVER HELL
FOR FEAR YOU'LL FLY AGAIN.

This poem was a finalist in the August 2011 poetry contest