It
IT
IT walks around like a roaring lion
Seeking whom IT may devour
IT creates scenes that look so fine
Deceiving you is ITS finest hour
IT wraps itself in sinful cloaks
Tempts you to do the same
Gloats at unsuspecting folks
Lucifer is his name
IT once was beautiful to look on
But ITS ego was much too big
IT wanted a paradise of ITS own
IT laid ground work for this rig
God, in His infinite wisdom said
You may have your little paradise
But you'll soon be filled with dread
'Cause the consequences won't be nice
You will spend eternity in the hell you made
The pain will be unending
But there'll be none who will come to save
There's no one I'll be sending
You're here on earth at your choosing
You sought to be higher than I
But it's only you who'll be losing
Although you'll never die
So your ego will bring you sorrow
Your army will all go astray
For them, there'll be no tomorrow
And it's you who made it that way
So, satan, where is your power
There's no one left to deceive
No, this is not your finest hour
Just an eternity for you to grieve
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2017
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