Female Lucifer Poem by Dennis Mzwakhe Pitso

Fed with a prescription of evil thoughts
Breeded an angel with demonic deeds
Wrapped with blind ambitions, she harvests stones as seeds
Truth untold if not ears bleeds
No wonder why the sermons are full of hypocrites
Pastors preach but money speaks
On her road to riches, reality is captured with an eye blink
Love lingers on her mind but security on her soul
Sound on mute...Heart on silence...she burried the beat
Goddess she feels...heartless she rules
Empty pots on the stove...Bones every-where, she ate the meat