Satanica
She is everything beautiful
When seen from your eyes,
But her motives impure until everyone dies.
The irony created by her inside and out,
Is hidden by beauty and leaves you no doubt.
You think she's from heaven but soon you will tell,
Her purpose is strictly to take you to Hell.
So when you believe she is that much and more, is when you'll find out she is Lucifers Whore.
Copyright © Larry Freeman | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment