Devil Me Angel You
A pitchfork that I hold
The devil's son or so i'm told
Heaven will not have me
Fire and Brimstone
This...
a neverending Hell of reality
Come as you are
An angel in flight
immortal superstar
Playing with his Minions delight
Soft and cuddly
Smiling in flight
Feather of the air
Those wings have not been earned
But the "man" does not truly care
The goodness that is you
but think,
those colors will show them true
False believers cannot hide from his eye
This is the word
quoted directly from the sky
I have been portrayed as soft of the weak
Heaven only wants the strong
instead of the timid meek
My lines across the face
have marked me to Hell
banished without so much as a trace
Left behind to plead my case
I AM HIS TOO!JUST AS DESERVING TO STAND
AND TAKE MY PLACE BESIDE HIS(OR HER)ARM
Devil's minion
wants to keep me imprisoned
A fate to be scorched
As you,"his Children" sit and
make MERRY with the Heavenly Torch
Life may not be fair
as decedence
is decreed
more important up there
At least through these eyes
The innocent no longer applies
OUT OF TIME
Lucifer commands
MICHAEL,YOUR SOUL IS NOW MINE!!
This poem is done
Evil taking its place
Satan laughs delight
It has gained another face
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