Run Like The Wind

Beware of the red gigantic beast with his blivet in his hand
He is the meanest, nastiest, scariest ogre ever to give command

God help your soul should you contact with this evil sight
He is no Good Samaritan
Merely a deliverer to your Hell invite

He dwells deep down in the abyss of a bottomless pit
A misery of wretchedness
Where an eternal inferno e’er is lit

A pothole of pandemonium,
As his monstrous pitchfork paves your way
Betwixt your confusion & delusion you have arrived at your doom’s day

Your destiny is insufferable
As you are led within the firey walls
Tormented by the souls of others
Yelling out their conscience-stricken calls

In hindsight should you e’er espy this burden of bad news
Take off your shoes, run like the wind to try escape your dues

Tho his wild piercing slit-like eyes will ne’er leave your future vision
His enormous scaley, scarlet tail will entwine your final decision

Alas I fear your fearsome fate lies in this Beelzbub’s hands
For you have faced the Prince of Darkness, Death’s Devil of Hell-lands