Beelzebub is just one name,
What they stand for is all the same.

Cast out of heaven for not following the rules,
The bowels of the universe, molten lava for pools.

How does it feel to burn night and day,
Or is freezing cold, truly hells way.

Are you alone, I would say no,
But short of souls, definitely so.

God gives his children the chance to repent,
Until the last moment, the reaper is sent.

I'm sure you throw parties, good times do abound,
But never again to hear harps sweet sound.

It may be a sin, but I pity your soul,
Only you have the power and total control.

Over dank dark places, no one wants to live,
Why not ask god, to look fast and forgive.

He is a great being, full of wisdom and is just,
Forget all the struggles, in the past they are dust.

Let him know over is the war,
Souls you'll release, and torture no more.

Pray for forgiveness, I know he will hear,
It may take a while, even several year.

But god loves his flock, and Satan its true,
Scream to the heavens, and no more are you blue.

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Who is the one, that always greets you,
Happy and friendly, in humans so few .

His anatomy differs, from humans for sure,
Yell and scream, he'll come back for more.

Big or small, it matters not,
Panting its tongue, means he's hot.

Tail wagging fiercely, true to his mood,
Loyal and trustworthy, and often times lewd.

He scratches and licks, whenever he please,
These may be signs, of infestation with fleas.

Have you guessed yet, of the species I speak?
A canine of coarse, some scary some meek!

A wolf its thought his ancestors be,
Domestic now, his spirit still free.

Just watch him run and tear out the door,
The outdoors ingrained, they always need more.

Time in the wild, to sniff and run free,
They know the location, of every tree.

Be smart or dumb, it matters not,
Unconditional loyalty is what you've got..

Rich or poor, your dog doesn't care,
Short or tall or what you wear.


They give you love, asking little in return,
Just food and drink, you may treat them stern.

And still a dogs master, is forever his chum,
Even if the master, to his dog is a ***.

We humans with all are gadgets and IQ,
Can't match the canine's ability to be true.

Let's take a lesson, from mans best friend,
Love and loyalty to others, is the message to send.

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Look up in the sky, planes flying low,
Crashing into buildings, not where they should go.

Pilot error it was thought, during crash number one,
Then a second collision, made the people run.

New York under siege, an attack by the air,
The snake named Bin Laden, who else would dare?

The trade towers stood for many a year,
At the world's financial center, did terrorists leer.

The world watched, as the towers came down,
A huge white cloud, and a thunderous sound.

The finest and the bravest, lost their lives,
Calls made, to the husbands and the wives,

We have bad news, your love one has died,
Out of the rubble, their body was plied.

There life it ended, in towers one or two,
Many lives ended that day, others were just through.

What of the workers, looking through the rubble,
Years down the road, the death toll would double.

From sickness and disease, contracted at ground zero,
Families can't survive on the memory of a hero.

Many years have passed, freedom tower erected,
People stay sharp, terror must be detected.

And wiped out completely, US leads the way,
But for now on your knees, and everybody pray,
For the souls we lost on that frightful day,

Ask God to relieve, the pain that day brought,
Renew peoples hope, give direction if sought.

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