Saten Wants Sympathy
First of all, you mildly evolved amoebas, I don’t need your sympathy/
You couldn’t fathom my depths, if you had a degree for empathy/
Did everything asked of me by the Lord to prove that I’m the one/
Can’t believe He forgave you primates after you crucified His son/
I grew to despise the sun, the Earth and all of His other creations/
Can’t bother with patience. I used deceit to smother relations/
Between the angel classes, Pax and Seraph, the main heavenly masses/
Prepared for civil war that would explode like incendiary gasses/
But Michael’s army thwarted my plans and now I’ve gotten banished/
Took the remainder of my spawn and set up shop on this rotten planet/
As long as I’m imprisoned here I’m going to make life so miserable/
I didn’t create evil… but I can use it to make strife permissible/
You guys are pitiful, actually blaming me and God for tragedies/
You have the free will to kill. I just map out the harmful strategies/
Man reeks of insanity yet I get blamed most in Christianity/
You were made in God’s image?..Now this is strictly vanity/
It’s strictly fantasy to suggest I’m behind all fights and skirmishes/
I simply point out something’s different and humans try to murder it/
The reality is mankind can’t handle individuality/
Execute originals who don’t fit communal spirituality/
Genocidal mentality displayed even back in the days of Moses/
Mass exterminations of free thinking foes who delay osmosis/
Another joke is when you buy occult books and try to invoke me/
Pray those bull spells don’t work. You’ll die if you provoke me/
Another myth is you hand me your soul, and get what you really desire/
That I punish wayward souls and submerge them deep in a sea of fire/
Let these scenes retire. I’ve never tortured any soul who entered Hades/
I just recycle you human trash and reincarnate you back into babies/
So you can do time on Earth again. ‘Hell is other people’ said Sartre/
God does nothing like Jimmy Carter as streets fill with dead martyrs/
I’ve read charters, that blatantly lie about peace and war reduction/
Only satisfaction of my exile is first row seats to your destruction/
Bomb bursts like tympanis as I conduct homicidal symphonies/
I’m the one made in God’s effigy. Don’t want your idle sympathies/
One day God will see things my way and terminate my sentence/
Destroy all you peasants. Then me and Him can recreate the present/
I was His first. The Morning Star. Crown prince of the dominion/
But He loves you and I’m trapped on Earth, the province of oblivion..
Copyright © David Hendricks | Year Posted 2019
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