Lucifer and the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds To Unsaved Souls-
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Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls-
Lucifer came by
He looked into my eyes
He offer me a cup full of woe
Poured it into a bowl
Whose bowl is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his bowl a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The bowl is scaly, cunning and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Lucifer left
He took what was left
Mangle souls, he placed in the bowls
To serve to the lost souls for manna
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls
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Woe...........................
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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