Satan Poems - Poems about Satan

Holy Gabriel evil Michael Pot calling kettle black Thieves of righteousness With demonized hands. Holy Uriel evil Raphael Birds of the same feather Father condemning son Innocent criminal criminalizing Innocent. Holy David evil Uriah Evil Sheba holy Bethsheba One lost a husband the other had none Bloody Mary turned Angel Katherina. Holy Satan evil God. They're always right and you're wrong always Satan judging demons for a pie Friend...

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Life Life is so fantastic, an uplifting phenomenon, a dazzling dream Dream, why are you not a living happiness? Maybe I can’t dream “You are dreaming.” Always. Creating my loved fate. “Then end.” “Then end,” said Satan. Why? “Why? You don’t need to create your fate.” But the fate is not given. Fate comes. “No. Just a stream.” Where is...

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I needed to be I didn’t want anything in this life. Just kind. “You mean kindness.” Yes. I mean it, my Satan. “To be, to be.” There is no existence. “No being.” Then, where is the heart? “There is no heart.” But I needed to be. “To be.” Yes. “Drop heart.” I can’t. I have no heart. “Why?” Dried dream. “Understand.” Hmm....

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No Love “No love, no love…,” said Satan. No. Love doesn’t exist. All false. “Could you accept my recommendation?” Where? And what? I don’t see any change. “You are a pessimistic man. Dark mentality.” “You are a dark brain. No chance, no change…” No change, no chance. This is the reality. “I don’t think so, my student. There are ways.” Ways, ways, ways. Walk,...

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If Satan had said sorry My hunger wouldn’t haunt me daily I’d breathe in peace And sleep without the weight of worry. But pride made him defiant He traded my hope for his ego Now I walk through life unknown With doubt as my shadow. If Satan had said sorry Maybe God would still feel near And grace wouldn’t hang from a cross Paid in blood...

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That day on Earth was filled with fun, The weather was mild and clement. The sun beamed down with gentle grace, Cool air had just chased off the rain. That party brimmed with food and beer, We drank more than we ought to drink. There wasn’t a single sober soul, Not even the one meant to drive. Still, we had homes we had...

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I am Satan I love. Satan. My life The Satan. A fearful guy. I am fearing. From life? Asked Satan. Just a being. They hate me I love my enemies I love you Satan How can I love? From destroyed love Just love The next life Loved you The Satan I Love You ...

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Conversation in the Woods Windy, cold day, the sun is sleeping behind the clouds The walk is very slow and melancholic on the winding paths The rustling of leaves and tree branches provides meditation Walk and thinking Waiting, answers Waiting for the answers “Good afternoon,” I heard a friendly, deep man's voice. “I missed you, my dear Satan. Good to hear from you,”...

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Talk and Walk “In the forest. You love ancient life,” said Satan. “Magnetized. Yes, magnetized,“ I answered. “Sure. You are magnetized by old life,” said Satan. “So good to meet with you again, Master,” I greeted Satan. “Let us go walk into your loved woods,“ Said Satan. “ So ancient. Oldest than life. Hoary. Eternal,” I answered Satan. “Best place to meet...

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A Silent Walk in the Woods It’s the first of June. Beautiful sunny day. The play of light and shadow is amazing. This is a pure day. Fantastick the inner silent. I feel it is a very deep meditation. “I am here too. Let us go for a walk for a dynamic meditation.” Said Satan. “I feel this day...

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Beautiful day, rainy, cloudy, cold, and a bit windy Just walking between the graves, my witnesses Alone, of course. To be. Best. One way. Element Loved this place. Here, everyone is loved. Home The last home. On Earth. In this world. A church No. The church is gone. Walk. It’s a funeral garden. A living death garden. Pure happiness. Down love –...

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In shadows deep, where darkness weaves its thread, Sin's whispered lure, a path where mortals tread. Temptation's fruit, a taste of what's denied, It's here that Satan's cunning plans reside. With cloven hooves and fiery eyes ablaze, The fallen one, in wicked ways, conveys, Deception's art, the master of the lie, As Sin and Satan dance beneath the sky. But Death, a specter...

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In shadows deep, where darkness wanes, Satan's end, in fiery chains. A tale of realms in conflict vast, Where evil's grip is fading fast. A cosmic dance, a celestial war, The fallen one to rise no more. In realms unseen, a reckoning nears, As angelic hosts dry sorrow's tears. The serpent's coil begins to break, The underworld, in tremors, quake. Redemption whispers on the wind, A...

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Conversation with Satan – Where is life? What is life? Why must we live? – For Fate. Every life is a noble life. – Said Satan – My life is full of suffering. Need to live it? – I asking – There is no suffering. Do not imagine it. – Replied Satan – Then, where is life? How can I...

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This is nothing, just a leaf, brown, old, found love For your life, my goal for you, I am nothing in your plan This open. Open. The blocked mine. Crystal ore. Light Living with you. The miner is dead. I am a blade of grass Find, just find, it is lost. Incredible love. This is yours. Was I needed. Yes....

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