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Hell in flames hath shown me the beast
Much blood be shed
At his own behest
The godless man that I am
Has chosen to battle
Despite being weak
He is a monster
He's a traitor
Low enough to ****** a lowly priest
He's a proud apostate
He's my enemy
If I'm being honest
He's one of half of me
Ellie Sora Feb 2018
Satan was sitting in Hell one day
He’s just realized that he was in love with a gay
Surprising himself, he felt kinda good
He placed his hand on his chest where his heart stood
Remembered the time when the first message was read
The kid was still young then, but so much he wrote, so much he said
Praising the Devil, the boy was obsessed
In the letter he wrote how much he felt blessed
For the Devil himself, he would gladly kneel
And if the Lord would just ask, the boy would not feel
The child never stopped sending the lists
Even though unsure if the Devil exists
But he always sent in for one tiny request
He asked for his ******, to die, to be dead
Year after year Satan would read:
“Please, Devil, please, let me just bleed”
The Ruler enjoyed it, to be worshipped for a change
The boy, though, deserved Heaven, despite it was strange
The Devil nodded, quite pleased
As the last letter read that the boy was relieved
The kid’s made a decision to fight for a while
To keep things concealed and for a few more days to just smile
That moment the Devil made his own choice
He was going to meet him, and so he voiced:
“I am going the Earth to bring here my lover!
Whoever dares to oppose him, shall never recover!”
And Satan took him and brought him to Hell
To keep him in sight and make sure that he’s well
The boy didn’t hate it, in fact he felt there more free
Despite a condition on which the boy did gladly agree
They sealed it with rings
And now Hell had two Kings
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
Meera Feb 2018
An angel of light
With dark wings
Wanderings in catacombs
Flying through springs
Tied to hell
With golden strings
A siren she is
Her beauty stings
Luring emperors
Temptings kings
Like a triumphant song
The Satan sings
Her lyrics echo
Her music rings
Ste Feb 2018
I was under stress,
my life was a mess,
it was time to confess,
as I was a sinner,
but then came a chance to be a winner,
I was challenged by the Devil
to a game of Chess.

Win, and I'd be forever free
from his curse,
I'd find fame and fortune,
fatten my purse.
Lose and, well who cares?
At that time things could not get worse.

The game between the Devil and I
was looking level for a while,
then spread out across his face,
the faintest trace
of crooked smile,
He spoke and my belly filled
with the vilest bile.

"From Heaven I fell,
and from Hell I have been sent,
sweet lies I tell with ease,
to tease and torment,
those that refuse to bow and repent.
I've always had you under my spell,
we did not meet by accident.

Your out of your depth mate,
your like a china plate,
in a bullshop.
Off you pop.

Your out of your depth,
I bet your ******* your pants,
you've a snowball in hells chance,
your San Marino playing France,
a peasant facing knight
on horse with shield and lance,
If I was you I'd yeild,
are you sure you  want to dance?

Your out of your depth,
your Del boy trading on wall street,
you'll have no joy,
your fading before you peak.

Your out of your depth,
your easy meat,
I dont have to cheat,
I'll crush you under my feet,
so **** it up
and taste the defeat.

Are you insane,
can you not see?
You cannot win,
you and this game
have no compatibility,
your out of your depth,
like a scuba diver
trying to swim
the Sea,
of Tranquility.

Your out of your depth,
out of your league,
like a Sunday team,
living the dream,
they've got so far,
drawn to play at the Etihad,
and now thier gonna look bad,
City'll make them look shity,
because they are.

Life for you was not so smooth,
so you took on the Devil,
like you had something prove,
now your out of your depth,
and boy, it is your move."

I was like a seal,
surrounded by every type of shark,
at half past dinner time O'clock,
I'm the main meal, this cant be real,
its about to get dark.
Then his next words made me squeal,
his tongue was like an eel,
gave me a real shock.

I knew by then this game I'd lost,
but did not truly understand the cost,
this game would not my rapture bring,
but before he did end it,
and capture my king,
he stared in my soul
and started to sing,
my ears did fracture
and ring and sting.

He was not nice.
"Now its time for a sacrifice,
and you boy, are that pawn.
I've been watching you
since the day that you were born,
you turned away from all that to you
had been sworn,
turned your back on paradise,
for a hedonistic life of souless vice,
from salvation you've been forever torn.

Your every selfish wish,
and to get rich, was your goal,
but you fool, lifes a *****,
this game has cost your mortal soul.

Your out of your depth,
and under the cosh,
you took me on,
now suffer the loss
and bear that cross.

Out of your depth son
I had you beat before we begun,
you were Icarus
flying too close to the sun,
full of belief,
but you never could of won.

Your out of your depth,
like a rabbit munching a steak,
you've had it,
tried punching well above your weight,
an amature slain by a great,
to be saved, for you its now too late,
except your fate,
before me kneel
and feel the hate.
Checkmate!"

Well my luck sure did run out,
I guess with the Devil
you should not mess about,
gave up my chance to be saved,
In favour of all the things
I desired and craved.
On Judgement day
you'll hear me cry out,
you'll hear me shout.

All ties to God I did sever,
to play a game I could never win,
against a former angel,
that fallen angel, dressed in leather.
I took one hell of a beating,
for breakfast, me he's eating.
He's far too clever,
I'll never defeat him, never.
Paul Kgaje Feb 2018
Success of a crime
The bleed of a son of Christ
The green flowers of smiles
Clouded faces let rain subside
Satan is kind

Symphonies of tears
Hearts filled with raging fear
The ruler is nowhere near
Near the eye of the dying deer
Satan is kind

'Though Sharp knives stabbeth the derailed souls of weakened Christians
Blood boils of the one they reject
Rejects know not to lose faith in his hand
Satan is kind

The soft wind of vocals utters the forbidden berries that mankind craves
Glitter magnetize the eye let the boy walk in the cave
The warmth of his smile, it has no shame
Satan is kind

Protection we need,
Protection we feel.
In the presence of the cross they found peace
The slaves to glitter shall rest at ease.
Satan is kind
A short poem about satan
Aazad Jan 2018
The echoes and thrill of the wind
Comes beside me to remind the sins
I was a fool burnt in agony , lost at a height
and there’s no escaping it
These millions of ambassadors of the sunlight hit me on the face , take away my sight
The myriad small creature we are , consumed by continuos decay ,
And there’s no escaping it.
A lot of chaos , the end of the mayhem , one day will come, upon this land ,
All will be wasted and there will be sand... Oh sweet sad Satan , please let us suffer here in this tool shed...
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2018
According to Christianity's absurdly
self-consistent logic
the one person Jesus can save is Satan,
the 'originator of sin';
the original sin was not original,
Satan had been up all night
figuring the angles; sitting up w/ Lilith
smoking but if Satan
were to repent & all of his followers,
well, followed, there would be no hell
& no death
As it is claimed Jesus did away w/ (!);
wow---imagine Satan
as a born-again & all sins forgiven---
what would u do
w/ urself? sit around being good all day;
yeh, me too
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