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Kuvar Aug 2018
Listen.
reality is a devil’s lie
It sprouts questions hauling
“where is your God??? “
Job resisted those lies  
Lucifer fled away from him
So when the devils sows
realistic seeds in your life
Face him with the truth
Jesus is the truth
©kuvar_
The devil will lie to you in the name of death of a loved one but this is the time you should hold on to the truth of this trials.. don’t let you faith shake.
Inked Quill Jul 2018
Cold walls
At my fingertips
Down empty halls
Voices calling out
To quench my cravings
Lucifer lurks
Behind the dark nun
Beckons to me
Allures, enthralls me
His touch
On my skin
Of dark embers
Hot & red
Eager for thrill
I trade my soul
Desirous of
A sinful kiss
Save your gravity
For the fragile bones
That tread your mountainous rock

I will not fall again.

That slippage comes too quick
When weak men crawl
Like ants upon your surface

I am the fallen angel
Whose wings were too burdened
By the golden kiss of truth

I have fallen to this world
To this mountain
To this cliffside coffin

I have torn from the stone
A house and a life and a lover
I have risen beyond the curse that binds me

And I will not fall again.
Scarlet McCall Apr 2018
Lucifer, save us; come up from Hell—
take a good look at the place that we dwell.
You were right all along
to refuse to bow down
to Adam and Eve
and their limitless throng.
And how could you have known that the apple you gave her
would plant seeds of pollution, destruction and terror?
You thought that we’d only use knowledge for good.
I know that you’d take it all back if you could.
Lucifer, we aren't angels like you.
We joined your rebellion, and soon we’ll be through.
Now the recourse from the wreckage that is,
is to bring on the foreshadowed Apocalypse.
So come on, Luci, don’t hesitate:
The Four Horsemen are pacing; why delay Fate.
After the End, there will be a new start,
perhaps without humans; we’ll bow and depart.
This may be a PF re-post but I lost the original and this is what I came up with from memory.
Industrial Death Apr 2018
The way of God forsaken
Fallen from heaven to summon a
Hell, of which I shall awaken.
A wanderer waning from the light
Looking for a cavernous darkness to procure
Outside of mans feeble sight.

Upon a rocky hill
Aside where dwell the willow weep
Glowed a pair of eyes, peering through
A bleak mildew cave of hybrid sleep.
Caught by the encroaching light.
With a star from the east set to rise,
A voice from the midst of the yielding night
Called me into the cave indivisible by sight.

Into the dark I went-
The plane of light ascended
Furthermore!
Brought to my feeble sight,
A beast on all four.
With a symmetry and figure
Only seen in ancient lore.

In the shadow light, the
Sun exposed a body,
With skin of black and brown adorn.
Grown and withered by the hand of age,
An accolade of flesh worn as
Garments of an elder sage.

The twilight seclusion of night
Smoldered by the light of Lucifer’s reign.
Stepping back did he out of sight
With no manner of might did he appear to
Attain!

Steeping back, evermore
Of Infinite turns
To reach a plane of void
Never conceived.
Again!
The light reached my path once more.

The figure again
Appearing inane
Mirlotta Feb 2018
I never thought that Lucifer would be so pretty.
He has your hands, darling- pink and white:
like roses in Russia, or else a scab that hasn't quite healed.
His hair is hot as hell, which is unsurprising, honestly.
He shuffles through the Moscow streets with reality
peeled away from his eyelids. I don't think he sees me at all
and yet I feel him, cold as the ice on which we tread towards each other. I wonder if he closed his eyes when he fell from heaven.

You did, I know. You hate heights, or perhaps just the falling.
Maybe that's why the love-thing never worked out.
the story behind this one is the fact I can recognise my ex just from her hands. how can HANDS inspire so much emotion???? wow
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Heavens Battle… by Jessie 3/05


Long ago Lucifer, was cast away by sin

Heavens door unguarded; Lucifer snuck in

Heaven calm and quite at peace, until evil came to play

Everything it touched turned black and darkened all the days

Panic hit the heavens, Serenity the cost

Fallen Angels everywhere, this war was almost lost

But suddenly, there was a light, bearing down upon the hoard

Arch Angels, in their war attire, sent to battle, by the Lord

Like locusts in a feeding swarm; evils minion stomped and stormed

The Angels drew their battle lines; alliances were formed

Swords clinched with in their fists, slashing at the beast

Pools of blood, horns and wings strewn beneath their feet

The smell of death was in the air; the tide began to change

The Angels force was mightier, than Satan and his gang

Backing up the evil and sending it below

Cries poured out from both sides, with each crushing blow

All four Arch Angels; exhausted from the fight

Circled amongst the fallen, on that apocalyptic night

Gabriel was wounded, Michael much the same

Raphael and Uriel, each taking half the blame

Gabriel’s wing half severed, a **** in Michael’s side

Both continued fighting, finding strength within their pride

Four against the many; brave and pure of heart

Broke right through the enemy’s lines and tore them all apart

Back to back these four fought, ridding heaven of its curse

Knowing had they not succeeded; things would be much worse

Other Angels finely came, to carry off the dead

Cleaning up the heavens floor, stained by blood of red

Tears were shed for fallen friends, which stood against the foe

To this day the numbers, no one seems to know

Then all the Angels sang a song, Angelic and full of grace

About the time when goodness won and drove evil from this place
“Peace on earth and goodwill toward men,

HA!

What a lot of spoilt berries that is…
They’ll come around in due time, due time, due time…
Sure they will,
They will come around when they need something,
When life’s got them down,
Oh yeah, they’ll be calling out to you, you sucker…

HA!

Their hearts are what? Whatever that means,
It’s just useless with you, all trial and error but nothing after endless, endless errors?
Why won’t you just give up and concede that I have won?
I have you know…

Who?

You know-it-all who knows nothing at all about these animals,
Abounding love; a principle of heinous fish guts peppered about in a humid swamp of detritus!
You boor me so…
Peregrinating pompously and presumptuously until paused as Procrustes pontificates on my behalf!
You’re a loser, and I think, I think you know it.

Ha!

I’ll have them carve you the most magnificent sarcophagus ever seen…oh yes, it will be…
All you gotta do is lie in the bed they made for you!
Admit that I have won!

Mellitz,

"Has won…”
If you think about it the Devil is just another monkey...isn't he?
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