The Devil’s Stage

The Devils Stage short poem

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The Devil’s in charge of the world in his hands
Everywhere you look his power expands
The little boy’s father who shoots up in the car
The little girl’s mother with bruises and scars
From the top of the world the power is strong
Make believe that right is wrong
Government hand outs, to mental to work
School shooting students that go berserk
As he pulls our strings and laughs at as all
We dance on his stage as he makes the next call
To the pshyco with the gun whose family lies dead
Innocence lost, stolen out of bed
There will be a time when the Devil gets weak
God will take over and he will speak
Speak of his Love , speak of his Grace
Even the devil will bow down on his face
To end the pain and suffering too
To Love in harmony one another in truth.

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Laura Lattimer Glazewski

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Faith, Hope, Love Faith is the foundation, Hope is the attitude and Love is the action <3
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