This thing of evil called the devil's glare,
cannot be beaten no matter what your flare.
You may be good, you may be bad,
but if you've stood, you will be had.
It comes forth with all his rage,
you will be put upon his stage.
Once you're there you will suffer,
with nothing to try and buffer.
No matter how much you scream,
you will not escape this dream.
Your pain will never sate,
the angry hounds of this horrid fate.
In the flow of time,
According to this rhyme.
No matter how you make it end,
the devil's glare make you bend.
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It's been a while. Anyway, nice poem ^_^