11.2 devils grasp

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Another poem for you guys. I really like writing them.

I have never held the world in my hands before,
But with her heart beating against mine in uniform palpitations,
It feels as though the oceans and the land have met for the last time,
Our waves crashing against one another, creating surges of serenity,
The grass becomes lavish and alive as it once was.

I will never truly hold the world in my arms,
But as I cradle her within my grasp,
the devil takes me in his,
He wraps his talons around my ankles,
Sinks his teeth into my neck,
He whispers the word of god as to remind me of the sin.

But I will gladly be dragged down into the pits of hell,
Where I will find comfort in the dark,
If it means I go holding my world in my arms.

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