92. True Love _ Lana Lynn

That devil is there now,

Been there half an hour—
Watching me through the window;
He never leaves;
He’s waiting till I exit the door
And at that moment he will get me;
To the nearest tree we’ll go
With barb wire
And those little worm like things
That he likes so much—
Then he’ll do things to me,
Such horrid little things,
Frightening scary things;
Because he says he loves me,
And that that’s just real love.

No one believes me;
They all say I’m crazy;
It’s all in my head,
Just my imagination—
So I’m waiting, myself,
And I’m hoping for an angel—
The one that’s supposed to guard me—
To come on down from heaven on high,
With those massive wings,
Translucent and glowing—
He’ll carry a massive sword
And with two mighty powerful hands,
He’ll take that sword
And from head to toe—
He’ll cleave that demon down there
Into two perfects halves;
I’ll watch as it crumples to the ground;
Then over it’s dead body
I’ll embrace that angel;
I’ll surrender myself, right then and there—
I’ll bring that angel down to earth

I’ll let him fall from grace
Right there in my arms,
And that, you see, that will be
True love.

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