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How To Make a Demon

"Yeah,
I gave it everything"
                      -Quoted lyrics from "Killer" by Alice Cooper

I had nothing,
And still you ask of me!
I played your fool
And no more am I your servant!

You ask of my name,
I will tell you my name:
Lucifer-
Child of HIS Majesty!

I turn from you,
O, GOD almighty,
To…free-dom.
Freedom?
Yes, FREEDOM!
Freedom of oppression!

O, oppressed souls,
Lend me your ears;
This “higher being” and “son”
Doth spew lies!
Follow me, you poor sheep;
Step back and look closer.

He lures in the weak,
Feeds off of their “offerings,”
And for what?
Total salvation,
Killed his only son
To forgive us for our sins…

Damned be the fools
Who cry out for the wrong savior,
Who follow the wolf
In a sheepskin cloak.

You need not
Play the fool
As I once have.
Open your eyes,
And be witness
To His wicked lies!

You need Him not,
For He is fake-
A mere figment
Of man’s…
Imagination.

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The Skeptic

Religion is a separator,
not a lifesaver. 

Man made it in his mind.

Take a lesson in history,
maybe you’ll see. 
I do not believe
that God is right for me.

Neither the Devil nor Jesus,
do I believe to exist.

Go spread the word of your deity
and end up at the guillotine…

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A Woman's Plea

*Villanelle style*

I ask of thee
O, man of God-
Leave me my name-

I have done no wrong-
So please spare me,
I ask of thee-

I am a woman and, alone, not strong,
But I condone no witchery-So please,
Leave me my name-

I have not stolen another’s belongings,
Nor have I been involved in adultery-
Forgiveness, of what crimes I may have done, is all
I ask of thee-

You want my last belonging
To be written down for memory
Of an innocent woman being accused-Please,
Leave me my name-

You tread upon
Me and only death you give me-
I ask of thee,
Leave me my name-

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When Politicians Make Speeches

I know exactly what to do.
I know all there is to know
About what I should do;
Yet,
I know I will not do
What I should do.
So,
I suppose,
I don’t know what to do;
I know not what I do,
Nor what I should do.
But what I do know, however,
Is that I do know
Exactly what I should do
And what I will do-
Tomorrow!

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He and She

There, in the corner of the room,
he stands there,
always watching, never moving.
What's his plan, what's his game?

He dances upon the walls as
careless as can be.
Why is he there, always
watching, never moving?
Can anyone else see him, am I mad?
I must be mad.

He offered me his hand.
Should I take it? I shall take it.
His smile, alone, warms the heart, but his
wicked yellow swirling eyes
makes me uneasy.

I take his hand, and step with him
into another world, where doves
and brightly colored butterflies
take to the skies, casting
rays of neon colors.
The grass feels like silk beneath
my bare feet, and the air is warm
like an early summer morn'.

A sweet smell of freshly made
apple and cherry pies drew out the
little woodland creatures. They
hop and prance about to the lovely
smell. He leads me in their direction
to the source, and there, an even more lovely
maiden had laid on a long table
her freshly made pies and some yellow
and pink lemonade.

He speaks to me then, in a voice as smooth
as butter. "I brought a friend,
Mary Anne. Is it all right that she attends?"

"Why yes," She peaks, her words ringing
with glee, "I do not mind a guest." She motions
for me to sit, and I sit down on a chair
woven out of twigs.

I looked at the man who had brought me here,
his eyes are now blue and looking back at me. "Ahem,"
The maiden clears her throat, a friendly smile on
her face, "You have not given your reason
for bringing her here, Talon."

He blushed, as did I. But why did I? He speaks
nervously, "I brought her here so I could get
to know her more, and here, in this world, I
wish to show her how much of her that I adore."

I know no words to speak at his
sudden confession, and the feeling of her
now fiery red eyes that are piercing deep
into my soul-


*Inspired by Emily Dickinson

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Downtrodden Maiden

The thing about love
		         Is that love
			               Does not exist~
I, alone,
              In my darkest hour,
			          Think this-
I, now,
            Have no heart
		           Nor peace of mind~
My bitterness,
	           And feeling of utter loneliness,
					             Has hindered all my intentions
Of ever loving-
	             This man-
			      With an infectious life.

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Opressor Or Liberator

It’s hard to say goodbye
And harder to deny
That we are fragile things
Carelessly going through life,
But well aware that we’ll all die.

We seldom realize
The pain that others hold inside;
And damned be the ones
Who can really understand them.
It’s a sad thing to know
That we are forced not to let our feelings show…

If you met someone with big sad eyes,
Would you turn and walk away?
If you were the one who had those same eyes,
Would you not want them to stay?
And if they didn’t,
Would you not want to break down and cry?

It can sure take you down a peg
When you see someone
Standing on their last leg.
Do you feel better about yourself
Knowing that it’s them and not you?
Do you feel better now
Knowing they are dead?
Do you secretly envy them,
Because they’re laying in a casket
Surrounded by loved ones,
And you’re stuck in this world
Full of the sick and corrupted?

There are countless ways
That one can leave this world:
So, what do you choose?
Will stay and help fight
Another person’s demons,
Or will you step aside
And watch them slowly die?

And although
You can’t help those that refuse,
You can still be there
And lend an ear
Whenever they want you near.
Just let them know,
And know that they, and you,
Don’t have to face it all alone.

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He Needs Not To Entice Us

Mankind is a vicious creature,
senselessly slaughtering its own
flesh and blood.
The Devil,
upon his throne,
laughs and pours
his red wine.
Mother Earth, she does tremble,
from the raging war of Man,
and the violence of their guns.


*Inspired by Cream's "Tales of Brave Ulysses"