Worse than Satan- my poem, thoughts?

Question:

Worse than Satan- my poem, thoughts?

Your dark brown eyes are like a spear,
piercing my heart, filling me with fear.
It is worse than Satans stare,
Frightening way beyond compare.
I would rather smell Hells brimstone essence,
then be cowering in your presence.
You cover my mouth and bind my wrists,
and you ask our son to assist.
Then you tie us both down to the bed,
nasty thoughts filling your head.
Then you take off our clothes and yours,
this will be worse then Hell for sure.
You come over and start to carry out your plan,
roaming us with you cold callused hands.
You beat on us, leaving welps that swell,
Then you warn us not to tell,
or you will kill me and him too,
I would rather die than put up with you.
After eight agonizing hours you are finally done,
I want to die so much, but you won't let me have the gun.
You leave me and him to go to the bar,
We are locked in a room small as a car.
My son and I have had enough of you forever,
so me and him hang ourselves with my sweater.

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1 week ago
Now we are angels and in Heaven we dwell,
but when you die, you will go to Hell.
and that is what you will deserve,
because of what you did on Earth.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: 1 week ago
Now we are angels and in Heaven we dwell,
but when you die, you will go to Hell.
and that is what you will deserve,
because of what you did on Earth.