Lucifer - Poem by Christina Simmons
Lord help ME! ! !
The devil wants my soul he's not having it
Though trying hard not to avow him too: stubborn as he is
won't give in; bow only to my survivor for he is king
Falling crash! Bang! Wallop! So lord please do your bit! ?
Not situated in dark, deep, dungeon of hell, supposedly fire
burns; he/they are all around can't escape - whinging from his call
Bells ringing he's pointed me out!
Observe I must obsorb I mustn't free me from his grasp
Doesn't walk/work alone - eyes are piercing right through
Meanwhile I've mark of the beast - isn't just one but several
Psyche is stuck in a jar release me so I can be free to roam this
vast wilderness: speaking in tongues English really the ruling
Language of British Empire though it was mines all along
Believed since the beginning of time? Through torture and wizardry
it was easy peasy, soul was afflicted becoming a piece of cake
Got me obeying, stooping to his demands
Don't give It to him - Don't make it accessible too
Heels are nail to the floor, won't allow anywhere near
Definitely not a second time; surrender only to you
Seems up hill struggle. A continuous battle
Sylvestina Silvers Simmons
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