Beelzebub
He roams to and fro seeking to decieve, kill and destroy
Sweet lamb eyes bat and entice your heart into contentment
Slick and pleasing until he has your life taken eternally away
Rewarding your great service until pride has you decieved to believe
"I don't need a savior" I am ok by myself, I am so smart
God will be wise to ask my advice before he plans his next move
Powers and demons attract your mind to death and hell
Brimstone begets the lake of fire forever separated from the love of God.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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