Devils Pennies

Devils pennies in a pot,
Try to touch them I will not.
How did they get there on this night,
This game it fills me full of fright.
The faces on the pennies stare,
I see the pain through all the glare.
Fright fills me to the brink,
I cannot bare to think.
These are not pennies in the pot,
For they are souls that he has got.
They all were fools without a doubt,
I now can hear them scream and shout.
They played his games upon the land,
And played right into his hot hands.
Forever to rest inside his pot,
As devils pennies scolding hot.

Devils Pennies

MChris

Canton, United States

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