Best Lucifers Poems


....Darkness Falls....

Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of darkness....

How you often paint yourself so very innocent and pretty

While you drool at the corners of the edges of jagged

Within your ever deceiving, and your taintedly twisted smile and corroding mouth

Galloping around as if you were some fortitude of light and wisdom?

Amid these pretentious comforts, cast, from within a hollowed and daggered heart

Just as long, as you can capture everyone else, within your chains of bindings

Bound, unto your own darkened perspectives, beneath, your clinching claw sharpened 
grasp....

Eructing your molten lavas, spewed, of your gargoylish poisoned vomit

Upon the lives of those who are somewhat already blind, themselves?

Offering your beguiling and benumbing putrid stench, to alluringly, lure them in

Into the depths, of your own black widow webbed horror show....

While pounding upon your chest, as if you were the conqueror of them all?

As you leave your trails of excrement and slime, within the dust, of your ever slithering wake

These your offerings, before all of Heavens disbelieving and watchful eyes!

Unto the unknowing and eternal souls, which you try so desperately, to swallow whole!

But your indignities and godlessness, will not escape your forthcoming demise....

For your manglings, disfigured, shall lead unto your own wraths, pending doom....

And yet for now, you do still stand, unscathed, within your wantingly amissful ignorance 

Projecting unto others, as if you were some sort of mighty tower, in which they, should 
believe?

But knowing deep inside of yourself the truth, of how very  feeble and lost, you truly are!

Standing in front of this melting mirror, within your plotting poisoned mind....

A flower of the darkest soils, charcoals of crimsons ashes, your burning, and scorching flames

Lucifers child, of the neverendings, forever, and endless pain...."You!"

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                                               ....Darkness Falls....
                                                  {The final kiss}

Lost Soul of No Cause

There isn't any reasoning
With a soul that's lost their way. 
Clouded by an air of deluded thought
But then the devil saved the day. 

No one seems to understand him
Not in the way that I do. 
For when you lose all meaning of life
Any way ahead you will pursue. 

So a pact with the devil he offered me
A life with him eternally. 
To dwell in the fires of hells abode
But my soul was no longer mine to be. 

But at the time it felt so right
Because of past year's in struggles fight. 
To now only exist in Lucifers home of hell 
That In eternity I now live in his spell. 

An easy route to take 
When your at your lowest point of all. 
And when there seems no other answer
Except to be at re devils beck and call.

Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016

Harriet Tubman

Harrius Tubman

Harriet Tubman was my Great Great Great times Eight Grandmother
 Trying to Free The Mind of my Brothers 
 Cause Our Eyes is Covered
 From this Blindfolded Structure 
 of Vampires, Demons,  & Witches 
 Rituals, Sacrifices, for Riches 
 Lucifers Music is Enrichened 
 Using His God Given Instruments for Demolition 
 Releasing the Spirits
 All seeing Eye of the Pyramids
 Illuminati Card Game Predictions 
 Predicting World Events Foretelling it's Existence 
 Esau hates Since Genesis 
 Against his Brother to Afflicting
 Oppression on his Brother without Forgiveness 
 They Eyes and Mind stay Attentive
 to Lies Instead of Wisdom 
 Locked in the Devils Prison
 Jesus last Words IT IS FINISHED
 False Prophets
 Make Profits
 off the Gospel
 Reciting the Apostles
 Ain't Scared of these Serpents 
 I was Breeded for the Purpose
 to be speak the Sermons 
 as the Servant 
 the Prince Once on the Heavens Throne
 left the Heavens Abode
 To Expose these Foes
 on the Underground Railroad 
 to the Path of the Gold
 for the Soul
 Salvation
 Revelations
 Judgement is Waiting


A New Lease On Life

Everyday I rose
I felt trapped in the worlds confusion,
In a marathon of ' Life '
I got illusions of victory, but I was losin',
So I contemplated with self & my conclusion's,

It's no time for rest, see i'm blessed,
With the wisdom & favor of God
So I'll make it on my quest for success,

Because I'll suggest, a better plan
I'm a better man
But the ghetto blues                                                                                         Still sometimes attack me from behind,
We intertwine
And past episodes will have my frame of mind,

Deeply thinkin' 'bout my lost souljah's[friends],
Who were molded & sculptured,
In a culture fulla' vultures,
So I make a toast up,

To my friends, who became casualties,
They left the earth too soon
Some civilians some goons & in actuality,
Faulty faculties cause havoc
And it's sad to see,

When their Moms pray,
and hope that one day,
It's no more gun play,
and they're tired of screamin'
and watchin' their sons lay,

Dead in the streets &  families mourn,
But we can make it through storms,
If we put on Gods uniform,

Here's what I learned
You live a better life when you're saved,
Change your menu, don't continue to misbehave,
Only fools will stay Lucifers slave,

That's why I walk all my miles,
With a christian style & smile,
I changed my life style
and twisted my life dial
to a 'NEW LEASE'
So livin' is now worth while.

Eminem Protege 2

Eminem Protege 2

Don't care what you think
 I need Ten Shrinks an Ten Pens Full Of Ink
 To Let my Inner Wisdom Tink
 Colder Than Ten Penguins In A Rink
 My Spirit Fitness & Physique at it's Peak 
Adrenaline Obese 
Extinguished to Concrete
 Out the Pyramids Extinct 
Into this Physical Dimension as A Sphinx 
Face of a Beast of a Lynx
 Idiot Beliefs placing limited reach 
on my limitless fatigue 
My Old Image Obsolete
 I stole Potion from Ten Witches An Ten Wishes
 from Ten Genies an Ancient Magicians
 an Buried the lamps in the Ditches
 while I summoned Ten Fighting Spirits
 of Venegance as My Apprentices
 I Opened my Sealed Syllabus
 to Reveal my Ventriloquists 
Just left Hells Kitchen with Skin Itching 
with Skin Blisters open Skin Pigments
 Stealing Lucifers Instruments
 to Use them Against Him 
To appear as Glitches
 against the System
 I cook Hot Meals with Mittens 
an make him taste the Illness 
I'm Inventing
 But only an Sample for Interest
 for His Taste Senses
 cause Hells angels can Sensor the Sizzling
 I'm Fly like Ten Twin Pigeons
 with Eagles Precision
 I'm a Scientist but I ain't writing Science Fiction 
with Knowledge that would leave Einstein Winded
 I been Fighting for Living 
100 percent Percentage
 an no less than a Percent difference
 Still Power in my Engine
 to keep the Ignition Driven
 You can't Compare to these Rare Characteristics
 the Judgements from your Conscious 
is InTolerant to my Unresponsive
 Mental Doctrines 
Im use to Antagonist 
Real Hebrew who's a Zionist
 False Prophets who Diabolic an Jewish
 Judaism Created with Iron Fist
 in A Luciferian Science
 of Enlightenment 
Jewish Hybrids Of Pirates
 Stolen Israels Environment
 I ain't Racist
 Just apart of a Nation
 Created
Created Generations to Generations 
Heritage Invaded
 an Culture Undertaken
 Perpetrated
 by The Synagogue of Satanist 
my fire been Penetrated
 the fire in the eye of the Tiger formulated
 stripes on the tiger Blazing
 I'm Judahs Inspiration
 an Judas Envy Craving
 But I'm not Babylons Patriot
 Bablyonion Doom Waiting
 Doomsday
 when the Moon Change
 The Wolf Rage 
Waging Spiritual Shade
 against Ravenous Wolves in Sheeps Wools
 is Game
 Sharpened Tools 
my Sword is Shaped 
Cut open the Wolves
 an Bathe in the Pool 
of Blood til It's Drained 
I'm a Prophet in the Apocalypse

Premium Member Lucifer, the Broken Mould

Alone He stands, forsaken, on the edge of desperation
Apocalyptic tales of hate filled desecration
The unholy one devoid of any love nor hellish glory
Lies revealed within the telling of his story

Cast from Heavens favour, fractured from the light
Home at last to labour, in the vacancy of night
No choice but to be Bad for Good no chance of Gods Redemption
Racked by indignation at His screaming souls exemption

Mans destiny lies written in a wake of tortured souls
Ancient gnarled fingers hold His bloodstained begging bowl
Bathed in hellish beauty of a future yet unborn
Hell hath no more fury than a fallen angels scorn

His horsemen blaze a fiery trail across the barren sky
From Hades gates they ride not caring who or even why
Brands of fire, hooves of Steel, their blood it drips as sweat
The only quest before them, to cash in the Devils debt

The ace of spades is drawn from the Devils book of prayer
The gambler knows his race is run and death is drawing near
No silver in his pockets for the boatmans sordid toll
The last debt yet to pay..... his very soul

A necessary evil for a Devil to be shod
For without the fires of Hell, how can mankind know of God
As Judas in Gethsemane condemned to take the fall
Was Lucifers faith written out  in blood upon the wall


Untitled - I Hate Using the Word Love

I've pondered on these things, 
Gasped over these things, many scores, a plentiful year ago. 
I expected a calmer touch, the absence of tempers ascending,
the road less sinful. 

These things are retrospect, I was a false dreamer on. 
From the day I fell into this misery, she never played mercy. 
I've never met a more tempting urge to ache than from the
scent of her presence. 

Did she sleep upon the pit of lucifers knee? 
Why so subtle? She would question when I held her, 
Starring doomsday in its vibrant, cultivating pupils. 

Company from yesterday caught wind of my SOS. 
They sent every safe page they graduated from, 
And ordered my return. 

But I knew of no backspaces I wanted to entertain
again. It began to settle on me, the ease of she was
a myth, until I wrote tomorrow with no gasp, no pause; 
the kiss of risk never left alone again. 

Since I've learned better, she tends to play smoother, 
smile deeper, deeper than this 30-year-old metaphor 
I'm still solving.

Premium Member The Balance

Bless you, Lord
For the bounties you’ve handed me down
For the children I love
As their laughter replaces my frown

Thank you, sweet Lord
For the times when I wasn’t so sad
Thank you, sweet Lord
For the good times and the bad 

For life is a balance
And God knows I’m caught in the middle
The tune that I’ve danced to was oft’ times from Lucifers fiddle
The music so sweet, when the worlds at my feet
One dance closer to solving lifes riddle

If not for the wrong road
Then the other would not be the right
If not for the darkness
Then the stars wouldn’t shine out so bright

Thank you, sweet Lord
For the times when I wasn’t so sad
Thank you, sweet Lord 
For the good times and the bad

For life is a balance
And God knows I’m caught in the middle
The tune that I’ve danced to was oft’ times from Lucifers fiddle
The music so sweet, when the worlds at my feet
One dance closer to solving lifes riddle

Crack In the Ceiling

Crack in the ceiling 

Dazzling figure 
Devilish design 
Reducing 
human creature
into a head
missing a spine.

Ravishing eyes 
diving 
into mine 
destroying
all that’s
decent and fine

Black queen                   
toppled 
White king
Values
Bend the knee 
Morals
Shrank shamefully 

Poppies 
Awakens 
Lust and desire 
Hidden
Under a blanket 
Of dust 
Spread by
A local friar 

Weeping mothers 
Cursing fathers
Blatantly picking 
Their daughters 
Flowers.
Lavishly seeding 
red carnations 
on needful acres.


Countdown
Cardiac device 
Crack in the ceiling 
Staring eyes 
Beckoning 
Hells stairway
Soul unshacled
Passed 
Lucifers’ gateway. 

         Here rests
Remorse and regrets

Premium Member Lucifers Daughter - Acrostic

LUCIFER'S DAUGHTER--ACRUST-IC
Have you not smelled the putrid of her sighs,
As certain as the Seine flows to the sea?
Lord only knows, 'tis only Satans lies
Lost in a night. lost in what cannot be!

Ordained in Hell, she'll love you all night long,
With legs both spread; and entered, she will sing,
Enough to make you beg for what is wrong.
Endowed in her ****** and its sting.

Night of the Devil's charm, your fifth alarm.
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Paranoia Is Your Prize

Like some grinning mad ghost scratching at the side door of your senses
Begging to come inside to bring you wrath and wickedness
Bringing cold where it's warm
Bringing scariness where it's safe and secure
Bringing scattered shouts where it's silent and serene
Sociosarcastic...an all star symphony
Wind outside your window...whispering your name
Spotlights upon your hiding spots...in shadows now you scream
You conquer and connive...now you run away and hide
Paranoia is your prize

Like that feeling of being followed by something savage and so silent
Invisible are the invaders that slowly make your mind turn violent
Faintly you can hear the violins...they play upon your virtues and your vice
Muscle bound a monstrous man now minimized to mice
Dropped the dice one too many times...now time comes to a stop
The clock is a creep that's laughing louder
Madness minutes make you mutter
In the gutter with your gold
In the sewer with your silver
Your mindless moans of misery get mocked by dancing mimes
Dropped just like a dime
Paranoia is your prize

Like waking from a nasty nightmare just to discover you're in another
The litter of your lunacy leaves you running from the devil
Down on Lucifers level you earned your wages in evil
There is no way out from confusions soul cage
Once an eagle now a vulture
Filthy rich and ruthless down in retarded sub cultures
Empty are your eyes as you stare at a muddy mirror
Cracked and convoluted
Now twisting in your terror
Last brain cell is cooking fast like bubbles in a boiling pot
Above the surface of your many sins...now you'll never rise
Dumfounded in the darkness
Paranoia is your prize

Premium Member The Evil

The snake bites while you are sleeping now
Nightmares convert dreams full of terror
Drunk off the contagion that pierced the heart
Legion commanding organs freshly sowed
Evil symphony strikes the barrier
Zombified by Lucifers abstract art
Writing foreign symbols on the ceiling 
Chilly breeze made the spine tremble fiercely
Torches ignited the shrill squealing
It's time for the ritual of death see
Give yourself to a higher power tree
Conquer all your fears and ride with thee God
Lay your coins and blood in the devil hands
They say the evil is just beginning

If Angels Went Errands

Had i known; angels
went on errands;
Indolent my flesh 
must
grow,
Surf in wealth of no
labour to show
Stuck to my solfa with
popcorn bowl,
Watch my polo
squeezed to no 
damp,
My belle filled with 
not
hassle.
I choose to live like
Pharaoh and his 
knights.
My poemdom on one
dais, much better;
A pinacle; spill my ink
for my only labour.
My imagination; hope
not as lucifers'
Gehenna! No o!
Even as i spill my
restless ink
I hear not all errand
they honour.
O! How imaginations
please my unlanguid
mind.

Knights In Black Satin

The darkness thunders from a distant mountain, 
Evil swelling to fever pitch crushing the silence,
Midnight eyes pierce grey fog rolling down ridge, 
Coal hooves pound angry earth into oblivion

Stallions breathing hell from nostrils approach,
Eyes on fire singe all things they see,
Riders dressed in midnight gleaming steel,
Black satin knights doing Lucifers bidding.

....Werewolves....

Today I got to watch one of the most pathetic displays

Of human dignity, morals and character, that my eyes they  have 'ever' beheld

It was like being in the midst of a safaris jungle, within a surreals disbelief

Watching these certain cannibalistic animals, running wild and sadly free....

Feeling so much compassion for the recipient, of their pang filled poisoned bites

This shameless sort of something, twisted and tainted to their very cores!

Darkened bendings, of perverteds disgusting minds--lucifers offspring....

Taking an innocent moment of purity, and trying to rape her like a sullied whore

Oh how my eyes burned as I watched them, chewing, upon their own stench-filled flesh

Especially this toothless one, with a forked tongue, to go with his distainful smile!

And then this lady? Who continues to drag 'The Cross of Christ'

Through her ever clear and broadening trail, of gangrene laced puke....

The pounding pulse within my boiling veins

At this 'true' glimpse into their ever blackened eyes

While they strapped this precious flower, that I have admired with a tender love....

Unwillingly, to a sacrificial  tree, to viciously extract, a  piece of her priceless heart

Such malicious vessels of decay, foaming at their dying mouths

But that's alright I thought? For 'Heaven' has a silver bullet, marked

Eternal, and just waiting, for the likes of they!

These lurking midnight creatures, of the mangled blood drenched moon

Soon to perish in their creeping, depravities dogs of damnation, in disguise....

Shedding the wool that they often wear--'surprise'

Swept away, into the pits of the shadows of forgotten

Unto the howlings of their forevermore, and scorching demise!

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                                               ....Werewolves....

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