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A poem i wrote about satan and Jesus

Submitted:May 5, 2012    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

A slithery snake
Yes that's what I am
Who deviously decieves
Dear damned people daily
I beckon you, reckon you
Your lust is to strong to resist
You're infatuated in your own sin
So you reluctantly crawl to me
As a swirl and swivel
my sweltering, scaly skin
To destroy and derive your life
Of the peace and joy
You had in Jesus Christ
Go ahead!
Run, cry, scream! Try to get away from me
But you're eternally bound
in your heart
which will never be sound
No! Get away from them Satan!
They're my precious children!
Father of lies, whither in the light!
In My Truth, My Majesty
Lucifer, you are nothing!
I defeated you the day I died on the cross
And all you saw was the illusion of dead dust
You thought you had won
But I love my son!
I love my people
Whether they turn their face or not
I'll restore the world one glorious day
And you won't have anything to do about it!
My Spirit is within my children
Telling them what to do
And if they listen very carefully
They can learn to resist you
Children of the dark, return to Papa
And on My shoulders, you may ride above
Rise over this present pain,
In this fluctuating life
that constantly feels like wind and rain
Overcome by the blood of my Son
You have already won!
This Deciever will soon be thrown into flames
Because, I, the Yahweh of Jews and Gentiles
Yes, the God of the Earth still reigns!
Every time someone accepts the gift Jesus gave
There's nothing to keep, nothing to save
My angels, my Son, and I
We all celebrate
And usually go bowling that night
Ever heard the words your grandmothers say?
Its the angels having a party?
Its really entirely true!!!
Precious kids, clothed in My Righteousness
Find a quiet place, our secret place
To get alone with me
Because only My Peace and Love and Knowledge
Can set you free
From the grasps of this icky, pricky, sicky snake
He tortures you for days
But not anymore
You are redeemed by the risen Lord
Crush this serpent with the heel of your foot
Cover him in black soot, the ashes he's caused you
So he won't laugh, but get angry
Weren't you silly?
He's lied to loves through history
It's alright, sweetie
I still love you sweetly


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