Poem: one

People who can't find love will kill themself

Some may be scared, but some will be at ease

Two in one and one shall be by itself

Though they will never know the devils pleased

Raging pain and pleasurable screaming

Down here and up there, it's your creation

Choruses of music blocks death's calling

Evading death, they use radiation

Down in hell, the devil sits with his crown

He looks upon them, curiously fearful

God created them and God cast him down

Thou watches you, so you'll get an earful

Thou must persevere, which will raise thy spirit,

To love, thou must be brave and not fear it.