A Poem Extracted From The Portal.

When I set out on the journey

Everything was blurry 

Whispers in my ears 

Kept telling me to hurry

But what about the...

It responded do not worry

The answer it replied 

Will be here in the morning

The devil licks his lips

Sellin ye get rich

See potential in a pencil

See potential in a witch

Ridin with the truth

Its a stick it’s a switch

Ridin down the middle

And the foxhole is a ditch 

Try and shoot miss

Roll it up twist 

When the devil licks his lips

Ask who is gettin rich