Some people think I worship the Devil.
If Lucifer was to walk in right now,
I wouldn't be on my knees
-some people would bow to Christ-
they would be shaking,
but I would still fumble with speech
while I would shake his hand,
I would not shake him for questions-
besides that of will he **** the joint
weakly shaking in my forefingers.
I would respect Abaddon,
for he could destroy everything I
-just as godlike in explanation-
have created with the will of love.
Mammon; I would be wary of
for he could create anything In
-an a attainable sort of nature-
because if He and greed
were to take over my steps
and breath, I would have
everything material that I
Wanted; someone to understand
I do not worship the demons
but I do not doubt they exist
but then again, I dont say
their names aloud
too often.
so I to say
Do you worship the Heirophant?
the man more connected than you, to God?
would you shake his hand-
or shake him with questions&
Do you worship the Television?
that you need to make it home to
too often.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Some people think I worship the Devil.
If Lucifer was to walk in right now,
I wouldn't be on my knees
-some people would bow to Christ-
they would be shaking,
but I would still fumble with speech
while I would shake his hand,
I would not shake him for questions-
besides that of will he **** the joint
weakly shaking in my forefingers.
I would respect Abaddon,
for he could destroy everything I
-just as godlike in explanation-
have created with the will of love.
Mammon; I would be wary of
for he could create anything In
-an a attainable sort of nature-
because if He and greed
were to take over my steps
and breath, I would have
everything material that I
Wanted; someone to understand
I do not worship the demons
but I do not doubt they exist
but then again, I dont say
their names aloud
too often.
so I to say
Do you worship the Heirophant?
the man more connected than you, to God?
would you shake his hand-
or shake him with questions&
Do you worship the Television?
that you need to make it home to
too often.
7.7.7
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