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  Devil's Playground Canva AI Image Devil’s Playground You always make jokes, saying you want to play around. But I’m not sure I want to play, on your Devil’s Playground. You’re always real quick, to say that I should meet your friends. If we start writing this book, I’m scared of how it ends. You always invite me over, but never before dark. I feel like I’m swimming at night, and being chased by a shark. So maybe I shouldn’t answer, the next time that you call. Should start adding more bricks, to my protective wall. The next time you reach out, I think that’s what I’m gonna do. I will not answer the door and I’m gonna push away from you. So no, do not come over. You’re no longer welcome to come around. And the answer’s a firm no. I won't play on your Devil’s Playground. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

MY SALVATION The way my wrist was held so tight Has left a permanent abrasion Each day I cake my makeup on No matter the occasion You get mad at me throughout the day If I make the smallest deviation No longer allowed to go to work I no longer have an occupation You made me think that I’m unworthy You are a master of manipulation I’m only allowed to build you up You require constant stimulation It use to be love but now it’s fear That causes my heart a palpitation  I want my life and story back You’re no longer allowed to do the narration I need help and I need it now I want out of this situation In the end, it’s you going down Because I’m backed by the entire nation By the kindness of strangers and with my God I have finally found my salvation Karma will find you and you will pay  With a fiery eternal damnation * If you are a victim of Domestic Violence, please call the hotline at 1-800-799-7233. www.thehotline.org You are not alone. At the very least reach out to me, and I w...

*This was inspired by the poem I did when I was a teenager. I recently posted it. It is called The Hands Of Fate . I felt like doing a follow up to it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!* The Shadow Land We wander through the halls  Made of skulls and flames To gain access you must first play  The wicked Master’s games The farther in you go The better you must know your goal Because in one or two more levels Satan’s gonna own your soul Running through the darkness With ungodly ghouls at every turn Chasing, grabbing for you Every caress, your skin will burn Escaping with your life Will come to be your deepest desire Don’t let the demons possess you Or they will consume you with their fire Never getting out of hell Will become your greatest fear Waiting around every corner For the Devil's evil sneer The madness will overtake you Start running with a knife Before He grabs ahold of you And takes you as a wife The walls are closing in As you scream and as you shout Grab onto my hand tigh...

*Written in the 1990's* THE HANDS OF FATE I traveled to the land where thunder lies  Heard the screams of a virgin sacrifice Walked through the dark lord's deepest layer Heard his followers chant his prayer Ran from this world I couldn't escape They leave your body, it's your soul they rape They own your life, even before your death I suggest you have a plan, when you take your last breath You'd better start now, before it's too late The hours creep by, the hands of fate You're losing your mind, but you’re already insane You think you hurt now, but you've yet to feel pain I speak from knowledge, I know this is real The pain that I've felt, the pain that you'll feel So consider my words, when you take your last breath It's your soul in hell, when you enter death Original Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 1990

If the Devil's in the details, Then the lines are being drawn. Can't believe we ever dated, As you are truly Satan's Spawn. So thankful things have ended, Before they could begin. I really want to take you down, But they say murder is a sin. So if the lines are being drawn, Then I suggest you get to walkin'. Because I'm tired of your face,  Don't ever want to hear you talkin'. Let's get your ass to movin', And be gone you dirty beast. Or I'll bring the fight right to ya, Because I don't like you in the least. The God's, they will protect me, All the Angels are comin' down. They're out to show you up, As They pound you in the ground. Lift you to the Heavens, Then drop you through the earth. Laughter in Their eyes, Their faces full of mirth. So if the Devil's in the details, Then God's the whole damn novel. And although He loves us all, He will not listen to you grovel. So slither and crawl your way, Back down through your h...

SITTING AT THE CROSSROADS Forever in the shadows  Or at least that's how it feels Sitting at the crossroads With the Devil on my heels Choosing the right strategy Is proving to be hard Fighting off the Demon's whisper With my mental guard Rising to the challenge Without knowing what's at stake Trying to find allies When it's hard to tell who's fake Sitting at the crossroads With the Devil in my head Trying to block Him out But holding on by just a thread I'm going to come out the winner I will make Satan regret I will make Him sorry For the day that we first met He might think He's tough But I'll outwit Him every time For He's no longer at the top No longer in His prime What I lack in strength I make up for with my brain I'm going to take much joy In making the Devil feel insane So everybody pull up a chair There's room for your whole town And witness with your very own eyes As I take the Devil down Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c...