Poems by Brandon C

Tightly grip the quill,
Puncture the wrist,
Sign your name on the dotted line,
Appease the devil's wish.

Or stand up and fight,
Pull out the fiery sword,
Pick up the shield of life,
Fend off the devil's hordes.

The first path is simplest,
Living with ease on earth,
But the perpetuity after death,
Is infinitely without mirth.

The second is futile at best,
Much blood exuded by self and foes,
Though the post-demise eternity,
A tranquil entity will pose.