Everything’s OK (the best I got) (freestyle rhyme)

“Everything’s okay”
The sky is grey
The streets are flooded
May sound cliché
But hope cold-blooded
And hell to pay
My faith is studded
And he is my valet
The Devil mudded
Dirty like the clay
He won’t sound thudded
Rotting on display
His position rugged
New earth to survey

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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