The devil is knocking at your door are you going to open it?
Do you think ignoring him will make him leave a card from his jacket?
The devil waits for no one, he claims what he is owed
So say good bye to the ones that you loved
Because your door just exploded into splinters
The room has become as cold as a million winters
The devil calmly walks toward you shaking his head
You feel like nothing has changed but you must be dead
Why else is the devil standing in your living room
Should you try to run or hit him with a broom?
The devil answers saying, “if you run I’ll make your legs turn into snakes
And your broom will burst into flames burning you like your mom’s cakes
You begin to cry replaying your life in your mind
The devil pulls out a pocket watch and gives it a wind
They he speaks again, ” I’m on a schedule so if you could cooperate
Because you would hate to make me run late.”
You have lived your life and made your decisions
It is too late for forgiveness, prayer, or interventions
So this should be a cautionary tell to the rest of us
Be humble and kind because you never know when you’ll ride the Devil’s bus