Satan In-Verse

Compared to a snake that slithers and slides, A tongue with a fork, he hisses and hides. He's patiently waiting, he envies our death. A mind fueled by sloth, and wrath on his breath. He traps using snares, with sin as a curse. He's evil and sly, his charm is rehearsed. We're tempted by lust, gluttony and greed. These actions are food, he needs it to feed. Preventing the peace, his mission is clear. To cause us all pain, our joy is his fear. He covets our souls, to pride his command. To enflame our hate, and rule as he planned. He's tortured and burning in fires below, A place for the wicked, a place without snow. Deciphered as Lucifer, an angel that fell. Only Gods' chosen people, the righteous prevail. Prayer through kindness, and loving with care. Shining swords of the saints, thrusted up in the air. - Yours Truly