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TOMMY TOAD

For many a year,
I've waited in here.
Where there is a well,
Between the elysian Fields.
And the gateway of hells,
That is shared between
devil and God.
As so was I.

For Halloween is near,
There's no need to fear.
Creeping crawling creatures,
That claw their way out.

For the pits of hell,
is where they dwell.
The ones that Heard of me,
Slither their way back down.

For they know me,
They fear my name.
The two they tormented,
Spliced together many years ago.

God's attrition for those that repent,
Those that wish to kill.
I'll send them back,
Wantingly To the place,
Where god's Lucifer dwells.

Slithering from the pits of hell,
Wishing to do only harm. Creatures
that come up from that well,
Remember Little Tommy Toad.
For if you come up to die,
I'll accommodate you,
I'm in the killing mode.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley