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Lucifer
Contributed by
Kellros
on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 07:39:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Lucifer, father of lies,
brethen to pains' demise,
hidden behind the dark of the soul,
waiting for a moment to fulfill his goal.
The torture brought,
losing battles fought,
false truths to earn your trust,
waiting for a moment to show its disgust.
Playing his tricks on vulnerable souls,
etching his name on hearts
creating blackholes,
fearing the hidden truth that might be revealed,
contracts signed, cards which the crooked dealer dealt.
You can speak your lies,
motivate your seduction that destroy lives,
you may break the bonds and kill individuality,
but you will never breach the ward of Spirituality.
You may hide under the shroud of deceit,
watch the destruction till the world is bent,
you may initiate disturbing thoughts and reinforce the war,
but know this - the Immortal won't fall.
Persuade with your demons,
decieve with your lies,
like you did in all past seasons,
with each life disrupted another dies.
The truth is patient
and only time will tell,
lives may be insignificant
but you remain the one who fell.
Copyright ©
Kellros
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2006-09-21 19:39:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Lucifer
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Friday, 22nd September 2006 @ 02:36:44 AM AEST (User
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So true and well said.
I really like that last line. It just reinforces the whole write.
huggs,
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Re: Lucifer
(User Rating: 1 ) by crazy on
Friday, 22nd September 2006 @ 07:33:53 AM AEST (User
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well im not big into the whole god or devil thing but your poem can be reflected to our world today. well wrote |
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