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Satan's hand

September 9, 2012
By Ririe BRONZE, Vacaville, California
Ririe BRONZE, Vacaville, California
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He called me over, so cool and calm
Without thinking I grabbed his palm
He flew with me beyond the stars
Little did I know he’d want me in bars

Next time we meet he was dry and dull
Yet again I let Satan, take hold of my soul
This time we flew hardly as far
I had barely time to see a star

I needed to find him wherever I was
Even if, for only a buzz
He made me forget what I had know
All I had now was what he had shown

Just when he thought he would have me forever
My angel came and his hand she did sever
She showed me how to live without his madness
No longer would I have a world full of sadness

Three years later she took my name
Now we both live without my shame
Satan’s hand no longer will no longer beckon
Because of my savior sent here from heaven


The author's comments:
This piece means a lot to me. It is a symbol of hard times brought on by sorrow and bad friends. Luckily enough I was truly rescued by a wonderful woman.

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