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POEM 11 - Son of Lucifer
I reached through the fire, And there stood my dad, Smiling with sharp teeth, And clawed hands, I waved to my dad, As I stabbed a few god-like-beings, And he waved back, Though he had no feelings, What could you expect, He's been locked down here for a while, Down with the fire, Also with the demons, so vile, Why did God, Lock him away, When all he did, Was say what he wanted to say, Damn you god, You made his life hell, And yet you're still smiling, But deep inside you hurt, I can tell, Because all of the people, Which you have "saved", Are now all dead inside you, And in blood they are bathed, I can tell that it hurts, Because I'm a special little boy, I'm the son of a fallen angel, And an angels head is my toy, I'll kill every last one of you, Here with my dad, And if you think we're evil, We'll give you bad, I slashed and I ripped, With my talon like claws, And the everlasting angels, Came to a pause, And we finally killed the last few, We had finally won, And there we stood, bathed in blood, Father and Son.
Wrote this because I wanted to write about what would happen if the possibility of Lucifer winning the battle with god actually worked. Sakoorie keeps trying to convert me from Paganism to Christianity, though I won't give in.
DaleLuck1313 · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 03:05pm · 0 Comments |
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