The Conniver
So what are we reduced to?
This dust in the atmosphere
Abandoned by all we're used to
We're no longer welcome here.
The pressure's building like always
10 feet under a sea of lies
Lurking in dark, murky hallways
Conniving till one soul complies.
This is what he is reduced to
And yet his kingdom somehow thrives
A nagging devil, by now I'm used to
Destroying angels and innocent lives
Temptations as prevalent as ever
But I'm on the rock - firm and sincere
No matter how cunning or clever,
He's no longer welcome here.
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2018
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