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My Abomination to Archdemon Beelzebub
Oh Archdemon Beelzebub, accept my abomination!
You who are called as “Chief of Gluttony”
I do not want too much stuff bloating my body!
You crave for foods more than the size of your belly
I do not need to look like a ball so puffy!
You fill yourself so your stomach will not be empty
I vomit such immoderation that leads to obesity!
-03/13/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
Forever, I lurk within shadowy wings
Betraying my friends for the silver it brings
Once I was the shepherd, 'n' leading the flock
Now I am the warden, 'n' guarding the lock.
Those who besmirch me, a'drown in the flood
The sweat from your nightmares, sustaining my blood
I, the creator of thousand-year rains
And I am the master of all that remains.
Unleashing a plague that none would believe
Commanding my armies to rise from the seas
For I am the Devil. Turn'd men into mice
And I am the lord of both fire and ice.
For I can be gentle, both charming and kind
To those whom the reaper has sent me to find
I am the 'darling' who hides in plain sight
But I am the cold 'n' the darkness of night.
The world is a crystal, the lines are unblurr'd
The rapture, delay'd until I give the word
I am the monster who smiles at your pain
Yet I am the mercy to heal you again.
Purveyor of sin and of poisonous wealth
Who drank from the grail of Jesus himself
I am the daemon who preys on the weak
And I am the keeper of all that you seek.
Like the stray dogs that bark at the elegant elephant
The pessimists taunted you with matters irrelevant
They expounded your wonders as works of the head of Satan.
Did they not know that their hearts were brim-filled with frustration?
Will kingdoms that rise against each other survive? You asked.
You knew, like a house divided, their thoughts were venom-massed.
Did they not know that the finger of Abba was with you?
Didn't destructive thoughts, like hemlock, in them always brew?
Do not turn you, you said, into snakes that secrete poison.
When seas of evil engulf you, you'll find no horizon.
With one evil, you mess many. Isn't this your impulse?
Within you, with your inner self, doesn't your soul convulse?
You crushed the evils that bound the minds and healed everyone.
Did the closed minds know, for the optimists, spring had begun?
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
I've been out hunting souls.
I need to fill so many holes.
Sleep upon God's holy altar
I will promise to not falter.
I
More than 2,000 years ago Satan, aka Diabolos, Lucifer, Lord of flies, and Devil, is defeated - for every believer in God, our Creator-Father-Savior. Hallelujah
II
How is Satan defeated when he unleashes foul, slave spirits in the world almost each new hour? When He was crucified, Jesus died, but in three days He resurrected. This means Jesus beat death. In this way, the inventor of death, Satan, was defeated. But he seems to exercise power yet? Explain that ...
III
Yes, defeated and sentenced to the bottomless pit of hell, Satan is. But the sentencing is a forensic, legal proceeding, yet to be followed by execution of the sentence concluded at Calvary (Jesus' victory on a Cross of unimaginable shame, pain, and humiliation).
Trump, Putin, and Beelzebub
Drank tea in an Helsinki pub
Boasting of sins
Two Mickey Finns
Enquired, "Are you from the Hair Club?"
Call forth the war
Call forth a cunning shroud of aptitude
Bring down the damnation
Extinguishing the virtuous spender
Thy father of darkness, brightness
Let me call forth the dawn of a new era
Bringing down satire upon the blaspheme
Draining their wretched sublimeness
Build thy father’s tower of the begetter, in submissive
A shield that withstands the hostile ill-natured
Thou shall remain unbreakable, Thou shall remain blistering
For they cannot counter
Thy spirit, thy last breath, thy essence shall not be swallowed by the fury and flames
The scorcher of the skies, the quake of the earth
Let the light you hold glide across the lands
Hear me now and engorge my words, so life of all ether can concord
Upon the heaven gates and upon the magnified perdition
The principle forces that you wield binds are hands creating elasticity
Bringing obedience upon enormous power
Purify the bitterness upon lost souls
To stand free, calling on a brighter invocation
When Beelzebub ruled
The intellectual class writing words on paper
has one truth, the class who are bent over a plough
has one truth too and think the devil with a long tie
has many things to offer like work and a decent standard
of living, the high-brow lot scoffs at this
saying the ploughmen are misled and don`t read the facts
but facts depend upon what one reads into it.
Some states ignore this seek an audience with the man
of a thousand deals and are willing to sign a pact with
a bloke too crude for their salons, yet when it comes to money
are willing to give him a blow-job, while secretly plot his
downfall and churches tell of parables of the devil and sin.
The trade unions have embraced him
and not burst into flames,
will bring them paying members, they will be mighty again
as before the liberal class will bend to his will and find
a logical expression for doing so, woolly enough to say when
the show is over; we never liked his politics.
Off to the Church this Cowboy went
For Sunday to him was Heaven sent
But as he took to his pew
Suddenly into their view
Beelzebub, he, now present
Imagine the screaming now starting
To the exits they're simply departing
But this Cowboy remains
Against Beelzebub's deign
Oh the odours of the leaving farting
To the Cowboy, Beelzebub says
In a broken down language display
Are you frightened of me
Am I stronger than thee
Not really, who do you think you portray
For Satan I am, but you never have fears
No matter what I say, leaves you no tears
So simply, what can it be
That your not scared of thee
I've been married to your sister for years
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His cloak's foul tent is what supplies,
The darkness for the craft he plies…
His lair, "The Father of ALL Lies."
Victims who enter there "to cope, "
Soon find themselves bereft of hope,
Like insects caught in toilet's slope.
Their fear becomes a coward's rush,
They quail with new found wisdom's hush,
And contemplate the final flush!
Oh my dear friend, reject his tent,
Whose shelter is so glibly lent,
God's pain worth more than Satan's rent!
Such pain may lead you to the light,
You often miss with man's insight,
Live on dear one and fight the fight!
With all your soul God's path embrace,
And when you meet Him face to face,
You'll know that Heaven IS His Grace!
Sweetly cavalier rosy cheeks and eyes clear
Intent gaze saying see and trust dear
Chivvy up your pure skirts for a quick poke
Promises betrothal but he's a joke
The diabolic cloot, fiend to the end
Laughs in your shame to abaddon would send
The sparkling eyes and sweet deceiving smile
Gave a demidevil surprise child vile
Child of lust, incubus frets your dreaming
Calculated evil, cruel living
Walk like an angel, daimon incognito
You're a booty call, his hot tomato
Deceived, deceived, a sad sinner conceived
Denied, beset yet salvation granted
He roams to and fro seeking to decieve, kill and destroy
Sweet lamb eyes bat and entice your heart into contentment
Slick and pleasing until he has your life taken eternally away
Rewarding your great service until pride has you decieved to believe
"I don't need a savior" I am ok by myself, I am so smart
God will be wise to ask my advice before he plans his next move
Powers and demons attract your mind to death and hell
Brimstone begets the lake of fire forever separated from the love of God.
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