Typecasted Devil Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

The Devil's burden, a heavy weight
No longer wanted at hell's gate
Cast out, abandoned by all his kin
Left to roam, a lonely vagabond within
No longer the ruler of the underworld
His power stripped, his might unfurled
No longer feared, no longer reviled
Left with only his name, the Devil, exiled
The Typecasted Devil, with no employment for hire
No longer wanted, no longer desired
Rejected by heaven, he wanders aimlessly
A lost soul, trapped in his own misery
Once a tempter, a master of deceit
Now a forgotten entity, forced to retreat
No angels want him, no one to deceive
Left with only his pride, and nothing to achieve
The Devil, the fallen one, stripped of his throne
No longer a king, no longer to be known
His legacy tarnished, his reputation stained
No longer respected, no longer feared, no longer acclaimed
With no purpose, no place to call home
The Devil roams, his fate unknown
His power waning, his flames reduced to embers
A once mighty demon, now just a mere member
The Typecasted Devil, with no employment for hire
His heart heavy, with a burning desire
To prove his worth, to redeem his name
But no one listens, no one to blame
He tries to repent, to change his ways
But labeled the Devil, he's stuck in his maze
Trapped by his past, with no chance to amend
The Devil, the outcast, with no one to befriend
Rejected by heaven, rejected by hell
The Devil roams, a lonely rebel
No one to understand him, no one to see
The true pain of a demon, with no role to be
His wings torn, his horns dulled
The Devil, once feared, now pitifully pulled
No longer the villain, no longer the foe
An outcast, with nowhere to go
The Typecasted Devil, with no employment for hire
His heart heavy, with a burning desire
To find a purpose, to find a place
But no one accepts him, no one to embrace
He wanders the earth, a lost soul
His once fiery spirit, now dull and cold
No one to guide him, no one to lead
The Devil, a fallen angel, with no role to heed
He watches from afar, as heaven thrives
But he's not welcome, his presence denied
A tragic figure, a misunderstood being
The Devil, with no purpose, forever fleeing
The Typecasted Devil, with no employment for hire
Rejected by all, with no one to admire
A tragic story, of a fallen angel's plight
The Devil, once mighty, now just a lonely blight
So let us remember, the Devil's fate
A lesson in empathy, before it's too late
For the Typecasted Devil, with no employment for hire
Was once a powerful being, now just a forgotten fire.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ The Typecasted Devil