Children of Their Father
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts
of your father ye will do. He was a murderer
from the beginning, and abode not in the truth,
because there is no truth in him. When he
speaketh a lie, he speaketh to his own: for he
is a liar, and the father of it
— John 8:44
They love hearing lies being told,
it pleases them to no end
Swimming in a raging river of crocodile cries,
they love seeing the truth bend
Snaking thru the crevice of a mountain
of deceit ... evil echo calls,
an avalanche of guile trickery
Lie
Steal
Kill
These devilish ways give them perverse sick thrills,
spiritual health on the decline everyday
Pain is the currency they love to pay ...
death come special delivery, can you foot the bill?
Laboring so to poison fruit the earth,
what manner of seeds
will the demon tree give birth?
Children of their father,
bearing a Satanic resemblance on you
Styx credit card your souls,
Papa Devil’s gon want his dowry due
Children of the living dead,
maggot words coming out of your lips
Prepare to lie in a brimstone bed,
close your eyes to a total soul eclipse
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