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Alan S Bailey Dec 2015
When men brought him the Pandora's box, guns, the angel of "light,"
The "innocent and perfect" of all love, armed himself to the teeth,
To bestow such "safety,"  around children when armed, allows us to risk
The lives of all while the just "feel safer" having one, "less likely harmed,"
He is enlightened of all things and kills to survive, lives by the sword,
But "can not die, will not die." He is the advent of all this and more,
And he started this practically perfect way of staying safer in order
To find more "dangerous targets," even children, to shoot at in war.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2015
Republicans hate
Gun down humanitarians
Bleeding heart liberals
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
There may be a heaven
And maybe a hell
But there is one thing
I know **** well;
There are devils around
And they do their worst
To put the working man
Into a poor man’s hearse.
They hate poor people
And kiss the royal ***
Of those who they think
Represents real class.

And real class to devils
Is money beyond belief
So they side with the creeps
That hate welfare and relief.
They know what they are doing
And they do it every time.
They gleefully participate
In global-scale crime.
They pump up bank accounts
Of the obscenely rich
And call the working a man
A loser sonofabitch.

They buy the politicians,
Who are devils themselves,
And push helpful programs
Onto a dusty back shelf.
If it doesn’t make money
For the greedy one percent
Then any such bill proposed
On the floor is never even sent.
So, I do believe in Devils
Not so much of the rest of the book.
If you don’t believe in Devils
Turn around and take a good look.
Purple Rain Oct 2015
Trapped by the Devils touch
Blinded in all the lights,
Surrounded in all these lies,
I think the Devils calling me
Good bye...

Aim for not the visions
but the real parts of me
Aiming for what is real
and not distorting me

Blank pages,
Wrapped around my unmade mind
what kind of world do I live
Where I Should be able to untwine my mind
past the Devils lies
Because he didn't enclose me for centuries,
stand me alone in this cold cell
not knowing my own path,
was going be hell

Stuck in denial that my own spirit
was gonna to be taken
For My family,
Their going to be left vacant
The Devil was going to leave me to be unfound
Leaving my missing body naked
Myriah Oct 2015
Oh baby look at us we been loving like
Angels, loving like devils
Truth be told I need medicine
I must admit I'm a mess for you
with a thing for you
Sit up in my room thinking about you
Every time you smile I smile too
I'm crazy over you
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
---

I've seen you on the streets,
my brother.
Lines of pain crease your young face
Your friend's the bottle.
You know no other.
There seems no way
to leave this place...

-CHORUS-
Oh, all your life's
been stormy weather
But God's sun could melt that sky...
It's been your fate
to sleep with devils...

but you could rise where angels fly


I've seen your body stolen, sister,
I've seen you sell it for false hope.
I've heard you say,
"Please help me, mister...!"
You're doing drugs so you can cope...

-CHORUS-

Just like a spider satan weaves
his tangled web of binding lies.
He offers much, but he deceives.
He'll take your hope and
steal your prize...

-CHORUS-

There is a one who's name is Jesus,
He will release you from your cell.
He shed His blood so
He could free us...

and send satan straight to HELL.

-CHORUS-


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/25/2008
Song soon to be on
YouTube and SoundCloud

Say what you want about the
Christian religion
I was COMPLETELY DELIVERED
FROM DRUGS AND ALCOHOL
OVERNIGHT. By Jesus.
I myself am not religious.
I'm spiritual.

---
Alan S Bailey Aug 2015
I was not aware of what "is in store,"
When is an art not unlike a tool?
If it can be used for nothing what then?
Is it a toy for plain simple fools?

"This is my logic, hear me now!"
I yell at empty skies so pale,
Let there be an answer for once,
This rhetorical question growing stale,
I ask "Why am I here? To make an impact?"
What then is this to ask when no one
Answers back? My plan for the next day:
To eat peanut butter sandwiches like new,
To hear the sound of my own mind from the blue,

Own mind: OF COURSE!!!

Forget it, I've thrown my hand...it's clear now you all
Think I'm the devil, till the end my reputation marred,
This will be the way of it, to be left looking so hysterical,
All I'm asking for the last time is this simple question:

**Where did I go so wrong trying to do the right thing...?
Is loneliness the end result of not wanting to fit in by
Drinking, smoking and/or popular religious cults etc. etc.?
Livia Aug 2015
Upon the clouds the figures stood
Clad in milky white, airy robes
They were both in jovial moods and nothing
Could make them downhearted
Staring into each other’s eyes, all problems in the world seemed to fade
But that was their job; they were angels after all
They were supposed to make things easier on the living
To make it as good as they had it
Or so they thought.
The two lovers had been unaware
Of two gleaming red eyes glaring at them
And the tip of a scarlet trident pointing at them
More specifically, the woman angel
With a wicked grin, the Devil struck
With a bolt of lightning shooting out of the trident,
The angel woman dropped, her magnificent white wings covering her
She fell threw the clouds before her partner could react
Becoming a fallen angel.
Tears spilled out of her ex-lover’s eyes
But the Devil’s smile got wider
She strutted out of her hiding place
And stood next to the grieving angel
He took one look at her, and he knew she was the murderer
Two scarlet horns on the top of her head, and her matching red trident
Her fair skin was adorned in a wine-colored dress
His anger overpowering him, he grabbed the trident the woman held so dear
And impaled her in the back.
He dropped the trident on the cloud and walked away feeling accomplished
But as he was almost to the Gates, the trident reappeared in his hand
Terrified, he tentatively reached a hand to his head
Where it came across two pointed lumps.
He looked down at his previously white clothes; they had become blood-red
A new devil was born.
I wrote this poem when I was a little bit younger...... man was I dark.....
Mr B Jul 2015
You used to be so sociable and so cool,
No you just make me sit alone, stare and drool,
Paranoid, scared, every noise makes me turn,
And all of the while in my nose you just burn,
You are there like a shot when I'm weak,
Then in a few hours too para to speak,
I hate you so much and the things you make me do,
******* *******, yeah you heard, *******!
I want you to leave, no more lines in my life,
Want to be a good husband and Dad to kids and the wife,
You always spoke to the devil inside of me,
And stopped me being the best me
I can be,
Something has changed though and now I can see,
A life without *******, no more you and me,
No more sitting alone, racking and snorting,
Scared of noises, frightened of the phone ring,
Goodbye *******, you're devil's dandruff,
I hate you *******, enough is enough.
I have been to hell
and have seen angels dressed in rags
I have been to paradise
and have seen devils crowned with glory.
This life is both at once a charismatic tragedy and a callous joke.
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