Woods of hell poem

C. 2020 P 2020 Woods of hell Written and copyrighted By Christopher M Long Published by Christopher M. Long and SHP Magazine Welcome to the woods of hell The devil's playground where the demons dwell There's no escape once you're in Your putrid soul the devil wins The beast will steal your life It'll fill you will pain and striff The creature will take you down Kill you dead, you'll soon be hell-bound. There's no escape when you enter the land no one should go. The demons will slowly take you over, they'll burn you slow. Nine bells, chimes through hell, now shall enter the demon's spell. Your mortal soul is torn apart, now your terror begins to start you've lost the battle you've lost your soul, now it's hell where you shall go. You slowly turn to one demonic beast, the rest of your friends will be your hellish feast. Time has come for all in the woods to die, one by one your souls will fry, Burning in the fiery pits of hell, a sea of death tortured souls, demons laugh and a stomach-turning sulfuric smell.