The clandestine creep
Started with a grandiloquent speech
And his surreptitious subterfuge
Has everyone confused
He said "Now grapple with the apple"
He said "has God really said"
Did God really mean that if you eat of it
You will end up dead?
The clandestine creep
Is after Jesus’ sheep
And His hands will reap
And He will forever keep
He attempts to rival God
Even walked where God trod
He attempts to corrupt things everywhere
He is the prince of the power of the air
Once the anointed luminary
Once light, until he was found contrary
Parading as an angel (as one of the guise)
To gain converts for the lord of the flies
Not as an aesthete, he steals
Instead of enjoying what God reveals
He realizes as bell’s knells, as the bell peals
He’s an A.I. of God that never kneels
An artificial insubordinate (A.I.)
Unfortunately, you are real
You’re the Godzilla to mankind
With our blunders we must deal
attenuate Satan's evil spirit with amity and love and let us give peace a chance
Nadine and
Dianne Dougherty's one
hundred and
eighty detained tonguing grey-
hounds were
heard to be denying any
dainty handouts or
unadorned rough hy-
dration treatments from the
eighty or so once weedy
youths who had dared to
face their dread by
grunting their
way clear through in-
dentured servitude to a
naughtier space for
authoring gutsy hind-
sight recollections of
satan's black sun san
francisco church in
all of its
morning glory seedliness.
satan is a worker, building
His home all days, and eternal nights long.'
God though is 'the poet!' He just makes it all up
As He goes along.)
Lovers’ Tale:
Death and Life are opposite sides of the wheel,
But do we truly know how they feel?
Separated from each other,
Couldn’t love a person any other.
Misunderstood by everyone,
Thought Death will bring down our sun,
We locked Death underground in hell,
And Life in skies as her heart fell.
The anger and hatred will never be forgotten,
For now, she is the Mara we made with our hearts rotten.
Oh! And Death, he was the angel from heaven, now Satan.
That is why the realm of men will never be a safe haven.
Men wrote Life as something to look up to,
And Death as something to look down upon.
But in these lovers’ perspective,
It is very fictive.
This is the fate they have accepted,
Of punishing those whose decisions had them corrupted.
Life is now believed as an endless cycle of Karma,
And Death is believed as an endless rest.
This is because the reality broke them,
And now reality is cruel just like our hearts.
satan hates all those that serve him..If
They have not realised such? then they
Are really of it, most deserving."
The fever climbs,
my breath grows thin,
I feel the dark
come creeping in.
I hear the scrape
of hooves and flame.
He whispers low
and calls my name.
I beg him, "Wait...
don't take me yet."
There's truth I've kept
the world won't get.
For every face
I lured with lies,
dimming every spark
behind their eyes.
I chased that thrill,
that perfect pull,
the way their fear
could make me full.
They followed me
so soft, so blind,
as obsession fed
my hollow mind.
I kept my tracks
so neat, so clean.
No trace of me
was ever seen.
No prints, no proof,
no witness near,
A killer who slipped away
year after year.
The hunt was sweet,
the silence, too,
the world stayed dark,
the leads stayed few.
But now I choke
on every choice.
The devil laughs
to hear my voice.
He says my soul
is marked and claimed,
that hell already
knows my name.
I feel the truth
begin to swell:
I carved my path
straight into hell.
So take me now,
I've played my part.
Obsession was
my dying heart.
355.
My Abomination to Archdemon Satan
Oh Archdemon Satan, accept my abomination!
You who are enthroned as “King of Anger”
I do not want those thoughts from a spoiler!
You yearn to assault the One above there
I do not need those feelings from a monster!
You destroy yourself and cause your minions to suffer
I reject your invitation to join the battle against heaven's ruler!
-03/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
Lucifer, light-bearer of Venus morn
From fire and flame and wisdom, born
To protect our hearts and souls from loss
And encourage our minds to develop the most
Regardless of belief, with intentions true
I'm happy to share this world with you
In the hopes that one day, we'll all be free
To express our love for Him, joyously
I made the World
I made the Earth
I made the Animals
I made the People
I made the Word
It belongs to me
GOD
I
Desire
To
Do
Good
But
I
Do
Evil
God makes and
Scatters exellent seeds.'
satan however is all
about weeds.'
Sacrificial
Actors
Trying
Anything
Negatively
Scientists
Attacking
The
Abnormal
Nations
Souless
Anger
Thrown
At
Novelists
Sadistic
Animosity
Treated
As
Normality
Swatting
At
The
Accessable
Names
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