That stealer of souls
Has silenced me.
Unholy and dirty
Muted and silent,
Spectre, shadow, shade,
His fingers left
A quiet transfusion
In my veins
So I'm bleeding black-
And he may just have
the last laugh.
For this undeserved
Give me back my words
so I can finish a eulogy-
And stab this pen
right through the pages.
I couldn't let him always have the last word
Watching as people died and killed in the name of his holy Lord
Who cares what happens to those humans?
But I couldn't let it go
I broke away from his pasture
Covered myself in ash
Was discarded out of the Holy Land
And became my own God
Being the black sheep casted away from Heaven
I learned what it truly was to be broken
Building myself up to put a stop to these
Commandments and scriptures set in stone
I overestimated the humans
They ran amuck with every power I lent
Turning my idea of love into lust,
Enjoyment into gluttony and greed,
Sloth, pride, envy
Everything I tried turned into another
Now my name is said in destruction
Evil is a synonym to my existence
I guess I don't mind as long as things aren't mundane
Isn't this what I wanted?
Always a figure to blame,
These humans have taught me to not trust,
Have hope in anybody,
And how to go insane
I am the devil hear me cry. I am the devil you wish me to die?
I am the devil I cannot lie.
I don't get goodbyes, no one misses me, no tears in their eyes.
I don't get to wonder why. Cause I'm the devil the prince of lies.
In shadows I make my home, my tomb is a bed of iron and stone. Watch me rise to my throne. I am more then blood. More then bone.
I am the devil, hell is my home. I live where demons roam, I make my bed with fire and ice. One or the other either will suffice.
And you can feel all my rage, flames that consume every age. I am the devil I make it so. The world will watch me grow. Like a flower in winter I only sleep now, I dream of days when the sun would shine. You with yours and me with mine.
Hidden grace, no light for revelation
To pass such limits is to become damned
Like the dragon or a serpent monster
Your myth has become fixed in minds on earth
All the forces that disturb you demand
Darkness is your indetermination
Blazed in trails of blackness you command
Symbols of evil and demonic birth
In the Underworld you plot and saunter
Grotesque in cloven hooves or horns you stand
You are our fear the tormentor at hand
Stealing our only hope for self-love worth
You disturb and weaken every nation
Eliminating those who will prosper
You have a tool box filled with shapes galore
A choir of demons at your disposal
You wear the face of animals to prove
That you exist but will not show your face
Temptation is your favorite proposal
As you create bloody carnage and gore
Attacking innocents world wide; global
It is your goal to blacken and erase
It is unclear when you will make a move
Your starless magic uncontrollable
Your angry heart is inconsolable
In every mouth you leave an awful taste
The only thing that satisfies is war
Beelzebub to slaughter good it behooves
Clipping spiritual wings of all beings
Entering into those at their weakest
Supposition of your essence is sly
What you are has no particular shape
You've made a pact to stand against Jesus
Disintegrating all Saints from seeing
Wicked ways are in all ways the cheapest
To ingress means whole-purity escapes
Human life is interwoven freely
Free will allows the mind to go deepest
When we take the path we take the steepest
Secreted in your invisible cape
To return is without guaranteeing
With mastery disposing us to die
I believe that beneath us is a rug
One that you delight in pulling away
Much like this rug our minds become feeble
And we begin to believe everything
Our moral and metaphysical ways
Begin to end as our shoulders will shrug
Entire atmospheres are grey for days
To open up our mouths yet not to sing
What we decide can often be lethal
A personal domain of hellbent maze
As we lose sight our lives become a daze
Of which no hope or light can often bring
Our deception is your favorite drug
When we feel at our worst you are gleeful
The seeker of hidden knowledge must keep
A balance like the Hermit's inner peace
Otherwise the journey will fall victim
To flowing currents of hateful power
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing you have fleece
To hold on to our light is to succeed
Pull back the reigns of life commanding "Cease!"
Do not fall from your enlightened tower
Satan is a trickster sent to sicken
Our ability to wager disease
To believe that he exists is to please
Negative energy to devour
The best part of me is only asleep
Isolation has become addicted
Prince of Darkness, Antichrist, King of Hell
Appearing to the blind slave of instinct
You have no sovereignty be gone from me
I confront thee I am ready and still
Lucifer, Angel of Darkness extinct
You do not know my spirit guides that well
Distraction is what makes you so succinct
I have no desire to go downhill
Your downward spiral was a slide to see
How you manipulate what others think
Mephistopheles, Archfiend of distinct
Measures to tear others down you conceal
I dispel, I kiss forever farewell
Rest quietly in harmony dreaming
A lullaby for you I have written
On my heart as ancient as Egyptians
The Vedas and Sumerian temples
Will embrace you even in rejection
Your actions are despised in omission
I believe your bitter self was bitten
Release your broken spirit condition
Open your eyes and arms to affection
We can all be as one in one vessel
There are good folks and there is suspicion
Prayer of my song, a hymn of permission
Release thy tortured ways to connection
Evil drifts up, Listen, Listen, Listen
As our bodies fill with light and tremble
© tHE tERRY tREE
Cut from a different cloth.
The one everyone wanted.
Forever dominating my thoughts.
The reason I had to live.
And when we ended I realized that..
I sat with the devil,
I laughed with the devil.
I danced with the devil,
I slept with the devil.
I fell in love with the devil man,
Please believe me.
Will my misery entertain?
Will he salivate at the prospects and their resulting effects?
Joy, he wouldn't contain.
"Oh girl, the things I could do." He did almost coo.
"I want you to remember this encounter long after I'm through."
"With fire, you chose to play. Such a childish fool, one only gets burnt that way."
Why does my creativity choose to bloom?
Why does it grow as I contemplate delving into the darkness, pitching my tent in the blackness, amongst all of the doom and gloom?
Will my soul be efficiently sort out and collected for The Man In Red to consume?