"I run to and fro, my mother and me.
For we know of the approaching
Of the terror that comes.
Dishes clang and pans jam,
My cat's tail get's slammed,
While there's a paper jam.
The Sun soon set's and darkness falls,
Evil cometh and it knows best.
My cat tends to his needs,
As I pack the car up to my sleeves.
The car pulls up and all hell hears,
The End Is Near!
It walks thorugh the door,
with a crooked smile.
Forcing us to greet and smile for it,
Because we know all to well,
That the punishment is death.
But little does this creature realise,
That we have a plan, a plan to escape."
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Let me tell you something you need to pray and ask God to lead you through what ever situation this may be let him lead and guide you through what ever it is.As I read your poem I felt your pain turn to Jesus He will release you from all harm and pain.