Man you're all that and more,
You love the rich, the sick, and the poor.
Truth! I envy you!
You made the sky that's blue, the birds that flew: man every word you utter comes true.
You made man, as for me I made man fall in love with man.
Can't you see I interrupted your perfect plan?
You love everything that's good and just.
as for me, I'm into premature sex and lust, I let mine satisfy their every little thirst.
I ain't got much, except a few I stole from you.
Those fools, they don't realize I have them just to get back at you.
Yes, they live a life full of fun.
They don't realize at death, all this fun will dun;
And with me in the fiery piths of hell, they'll Burn.
Satan you're so lame,
All the words you uttered just brought me more fame.
Can't you see, life's no game?
Haven't you any shame?
Even your twisted mind can't spoil my name.
The truth of me will always be the same.
Satan from the start you were filled with greed.
If you were a man, you wouldn't even deserve the air you breathe.
Oh, before I forget, I'm fed up of these lies: you ain't got nutting!
Hell is meant for you and your crew alone to be suffering.
All you had is now dead,
Or haven't you read?
Where there's life, there's hope,
Thinking of it: it's hard for you to cope!
All that need to be done, is for them to repent:
Remember it's for this cause I was sent!
times up (hehe)
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem