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God - Satan

Man (my creation) has grown, creating their own selfmade wastelands
they've faded, alltered all altars as religions betrayed and changed hands
You demanded obedience, serenity was found while stradling the fence
hence the reactions of apathy, a calamity we must examine with interest
I expect some to become tempted, left emptied by your infernal gaze
rejecting my name, come to conclusion of disproving my paternal grace
face it, your sacred salvation has been tainted by their internal graves
embrace it, righteous or unrighteous, either way they're all eternal slaves

Then accept my offer of allegiance, become an angel,
fight alongside gabriel once again.
I accept, replace my frayed halo and crimson wings,
we shall reign together, once again...

As humanity was reveling in a rebels sanity
armies of demonic regimeis unvieled vanity
not use to truth the humans fought valiantly,
violently accusing God, cursing, dispersing hatred
day and night the fight lasted while they bled
calgaries cavalry headed by morbid horesemen
sword strokes of symmetry shed, remorse ran
death traveled upon a modern man's babylon,
Angels quickly lost faith, knowing all along
-that the devil, tricked God...

Doubts disbanded many devout memories
the shades of gray changed, now they'll see
Satan had infiltrated the kingdom of heaven
letting every sin flood the gates and enter in
Stories of these celestial burial grounds found unfurled
God's glorious war cry heard by hearts round the world...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts