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.
I’m turning to an ugly beast..A servant for the devil..A black slave with a lost heart.. who are tortured by his lord.. A torture have never been seen or heard.. a lord who let his servants choose a path between light and darkness.. servants are blind enough to dig in darkness to find light .. but is the servants are truly blind.. searching for Hop,promises.. But manipulated by the devil..
the devil wears puppy-print pajamas and waits outside his vacant house for you to come,
the devil calls you only by the first syllable of your name and tells you your hair is the most attractive thing about you,
the devil gives you water in a coffee cup the first time you sit on his bed and accidentally spills it on you when he tries to kiss you,
the devil has eyes like the murky lagoons he told you he would visit with you,
and a scar the shape of a crescent moon on his forehead.
the devil leans up against the wall and asks, "why are you doing this to me? you're making me feel so guilty."
the devil doesn't pay his phone bill and ignores you when you say you need to talk,
the devil calls once, twice, a few times, once at 12:45 when you swore he wouldn't call, and never again,
the devil moves houses and forgets to warn you that he lost his heart in the process,
the devil doesn't care that they drained the lake near his house,
the devil doesn't notice that they took his fucking heart with it when they did.
Closer she got pulled,
her body now leaning on his,
dancing with grace,
to the symphony of melancholic haze.
Chest to chest,
her heartbeats so apace,
dancing with him placidly,
trying to keep her breathing awake.
Staring into each others eyes,
icy-blue and stormy grey,
his seemed dead, hers so radiant,
both so different, yet so interlaced.
He was a mystery she just met,
totally oblivious of his true intent,
for he was the devil in disguise,
and she was the prey he wished to torment.
A kiss was shared,
her soul he stole,
his lips like morphine,
knocked her out cold.
I know I’m nowhere near your model image
For what a good human is
I come here with nowhere left to turn
Exiled from my home
Ridiculed for trying to change
My devilish looks turning strangers away
My reforming person unaccepted by family
Tonight I weep
For what I was born into
And not being able to change
Into something you see fit
Burning the very ground I walk on
Hoping for redemption
Praying for forgiveness
I’ve never asked for anything
I need answers
Answers to questions I’ve never been able to solve
Am I destined to be a demon?
Or can these horns form a halo?
Come dance with the devil,
hear his violin call,
the soulful beauty of its music,
calling one and all,
Coiling round your soul,
with his slender, twisting arms,
teasing and beguiling,
singing his woeful psalms,
He’s taking his curtain call,
as you gently start to weep,
waiting for the darkness,
your soul is his to keep.