Storm Brewing


It was thundering and lighting it got dark quickly

the rain started coming down hard.

The wind blowing super hard tree limbs

scraping the windows.

I looked outside shadows seemed to be

moving everywhere.

I started seeing things that wasn,t their

my mind was playing tricks on me.

I hit my jug i hit my pipe i heard a

creek on the porch, my heart skipped

a beat. I heard a loud knock on the

door.

I opened it and a cold breeze came

rushing in.

It was Satan himself , i ask what he

wanted he explained he was my new

wing man.

But it would come at a heavy price.

The question was would i sell my soul?

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