Dear Lucifer

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World,
You should see,
What this guy tried,
The last time he lied!
Yeah it looked so pretty,
But it didn’t take long,
Before I saw right through it,
As my brain’s not that itty-bitty.

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Your tricks,
Are not gonna happen,
Your lies,
Won’t be taking hold,
I’m not that slow,
I know at the end of that road,
There isn’t really,
A pot of gold.

Get off this ladder,
That is my life,
I won’t be giving you access,
To another rung,
It’s time you step down,
You don’t even have a crown.

It’s not too hard to hide,
From your sorry hide,
You’re not omnipresent,
And to get anything done,
You’ve got to possess,
All the undecent,
In my presence.

Such a sorry,
Piece of shit,
Forever damned,
To be cast,
Into the pit,
You’re just pissed,
Because you’ve no way,
Out of it.

You’d better sharpen your skills,
‘Cuz the war is on,
And I’m not easily killed,
Remember now that proverb,
That a curse without a cause,
Cannot land,
And just so you know,
A hex on me,
Is a waste,
So you may as well,
Call off your lackey post-haste.

You’re not too bright,
You’ve had great moments,
And been brought to great heights,
You’re climbing higher still,
But you know how it ends,
At the final fight,
Your little kingdom,
Is gonna fail,
It gets exposed,
A little more each day,
As we get closer to,
The time you will pay.

Narrow Is The Way

You’re on the narrow path,
Be proud of it,
It’s the hardest way,
And few there be that find it.

It’s a rough street to travel,
And you mustn’t deviate,
Or your life will end,
At the entrance to,
The wrong gate.

Pearls and gold,
Beat out torture and fire,
So I wouldn’t purposely provoke,
The Lord’s ire.

You’ll be the outcast,
Be expecting that,
But no worries,
Though they can’t see it,
You already have them outclassed.

You’ll lose the ones,
On which you thought you could depend,
Be expecting that,
But don’t pretend,
Just to have them call you friend,
Keep in mind,
That what you stand for,
Will be worth it in the end.

You’ll be called boring,
Though your days,
Are full to overflowing,
Be expecting that,
And be glad your brain,
Isn’t like theirs….. slow-going.

Everything Has An Expiration

Aren’t you glad you didn’t know,
It would be the last time,
Wouldn’t you agree,
It would have taken away from the shine?

It’s terribly terrible,
And horrifically horrible,
Now that it’s gone,
But knowing when it would go,
Would have even,
Intensified the blow.

For it would have prevented,
That last lovely memory,
Which is now worth more,
Than any money.

It’s a sad, sad world,
Where nothing lasts,
And no one knows when what’s now,
Will become a thing of the past.

Things,
Unfortunately,
Seem meant to die,
But why?

Maybe it’s because,
It wasn’t meant to happen,
It had broken invisible laws,
And brought about out-of-sight applause.

Or maybe it’s because,
Of unseen meddling,
It was truly God’s plan,
But ruined as consequence,
Of unholy Man.

Or possibly because,
It had served its purpose,
And had to move on,
To another circus.

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But you ought to believe,
It was the end of an era,
And around the next bend,
Lies a much better end.
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Diabolical Agenda

A pretty face,
How does she act,
In such disgrace?

So very sweet,
But hated,
For those moments she acts,
With complete deceit.

Nothing can hold a candle,
To when she flies off the handle,
So glad she’s not the norm,
For she is a God-awful,
Wicked form of storm.

Fake as fuck,
And slimy like,
The fingers of,
A little tyke,
She needs to take a hike.

Pretending to be,
Such a honey,
But she’s got something hidden,
On her back,
That makes her mean,
As lucifer’s queen.

So sneaky,
Don’t ever get too close,
That pleasantry is false,
Just waltz right by,
For she’s looking for information,
To use against you,
On the sly.

To sum it up,
She’s a waste of space,
Who needs to learn her place.

Brand New Year

By this time next year,
May it all have came to pass,
By this time next year,
May tears have turned to laughs.

The doors that need to open,
And the doors that need to shut,
May they swing in the right direction,
To spring you out of your rut,
And knock bad on its ass.

The ones that need to come,
And the ones that need to go,
May they make their presence known,
In with the chums,
And out with the scum.

The demons plaguing you,
And the angels protecting you,
May they align with God’s plan,
For you to seek deliverance from devils,
And become a willing vessel.

The bad cravings,
And the good inclinations,
May they take their proper place,
The good becoming concrete,
And the bad sprouting feet.

The things you love,
And the things you hate,
May they not affect you unfavorably,
Your loves being beneficial,
And your hates not interfering with fate.

All In Good Time

Good things are happening,
In the realm of the spirits,
It won’t be long now,
Before it reaches our world,
Where I can feel it.

A mind overworked,
By sadness and stress,
But small steps,
Lead to total deliverance,
From the grips,
Of the one most vile.

Tiny things,
Are noticeable now,
Nowhere near,
Where they should be,
But breakthrough enough,
To stop a lot of tears and fears.

A dream here,
A miracle there,
All are answers,
To one of many things,
Lifted up in prayer.

Upon close examination,
Of many occasions,
Lots of things,
Were looking dreary,
Until recently,
Some things started turning,
Toward a new and sunny morning.

Even prayer,
Can hit a snare,
And need an extra boost,
But add liberal donations,
Coupled with a fast,
And it’s a surefire way,
To set stubborn demons loose.

The clouds have opened,
And a drizzle has begun,
Someday soon,
They will let loose,
Like a loaded gun,
And all around,
Wherever I go,
Blessings will soak me,
From head to toe.

Wanted

It would be so splendid,
If Hell would freeze over,
So all the things that it’s said,
Won’t ever happen,
‘Til Hell freezes over,
Could come to fruition.

Like a world not predestined for failure,
One where there are more,
Saints than sinners,
And more to adore,
Than to abhor.

A way to make a living,
That doesn’t require,
Kissing someone’s ass,
And handing them half your life,
On a silver platter.

Where people don’t settle,
For whatever happens along first,
But wait for that which without,
They would die of thirst.

Oh for a world,
Where there are no regrets,
For people said what they felt,
Without stupidly waiting,
As biding your time,
Awaiting a perfect moment,
Ends with disappointment,
That realigns fates.

If only free,
Was really without cost,
But there’s always a price,
And if left unpaid,
That free thing is lost.

A place where time could stand still,
At the snap of a finger,
Or the stomp of a foot,
And then linger,
So we could just chill,
And enjoy the thrills.

If only instead of,
Employing unrelenting backstabbing and gossip,
A person looked at another,
As a soul not a foe,
And realized that’s the only way,
To make Heaven their home.

Fruit

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The chains are there,
Invisible as air,
Weighing me down like a boulder,
Too heavy for my shoulders.

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Now the chains are breaking,
Falling to the ground,
Causing a good sound shaking,
It’s like everyone should feel,
The Earth quaking,
But they can’t,
It’s only me,
As I’m being set free.

The chains rage as they rattle,
They know they’ve lost the battle,
They’d been having fun,
Thinking they’d won,
‘Til I found a new weapon,
And taught them a lesson.

The chains are fastened strong,
And have been there all along,
How they leave no marks,
When they’re starved off,
Is as yet an unsolved mystery.

The chains trick,
The chains deceive,
So good at what they do,
Until they’re seen through,
Now it’s game over,
I’ve learned a slick trick of my own,
That makes them break quick.

Peace must reside,
Where I abide,
Wrath will be felt,
Until the last,
Is in my past,
Good-bye to the bondage,
And hello to the freedom,
Bought for me,
By the bloodshed that happened,
On Calvary.

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The chains were there,
Depriving me of air,
But freedom has me light as a feather,
And tough as leather.

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Unbearable Mysteries

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Dying to know,
The reason for this season,
But it’s not for us to know,
As this show is not our own,
But belongs to Him alone.
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Someday it’ll be over,
And our heads won’t have the chore,
Of deliberating it anymore.

Someday it’ll be in the past,
And we won’t be overwhelmed,
For we’ll be a part,
Of the spirit realm.

Someday we’ll be on its other side,
And these mixed-up messes,
Will have turned to blessings.

Someday it’ll be worked through,
And when we’ve made it to Glory,
We can concentrate on me and you.

Someday it’ll be just a memory,
The details will be long forgotten,
Washed away,
Like dirt from a shirt of cotton.

Some Inspiration……….(I Just Came Across This One)