July 29, 2010
By hotmetal BRONZE, Clifton Park, New York
hotmetal BRONZE, Clifton Park, New York
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The fire rises up from the ground,
Just like a twist in my rage.
Screams surrounding me from all around,
All this reminding me of a cage.

I drop to my knees,
And join in the screams.
Scream to the devil please.
And all that gave him was a smile that beams.

The wind blowing through my hair,
See your sister standing there.
And the devil,
All he did was stare.

So i stared back,
the fear is what I lacked.

Rain drops running down my face.
Then I knew this is a sacred place.
People from every race,
All in the middle of a pace.

I was the only one still,
Then I started to get a chill.
I don't know if you believe me,
But this was real.

The author's comments:
Some body always has control over you. Whether it's your parents, teacher, boss, or even your friend.

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