Devil’s Assassination

The Devil sits in the throne on the highest pedestal

Hooves over grown and rage so cruel

Blood of mortals is that what he ever so drools

Spells confided in his rough wool

Your soul is what he owns

He can make you believe in his dark rules

Has power from beneath

You mustn’t rupture his grooves

As dark lord he creeps in all of you

Your sin, his sweets

Don’t you dare move

Try to compete

You silly fool

One look will make you weep

Tears he showers in like a dip in the pool

You’re too weak to follow through

No secrets he keeps

Your sorrows‘ his muse

Be silent or die burning in hell’s fumes

Or that’s what they say

That’s what they tell you

Be scared of his sacred ways

No dismay can be used

But on the contrary

You can rumble his fuse

While also getting away with a mere bruise

You not need God or any forbidden religion

Unless you want to

You need faith in your treason

If you want to prove

You have more reason

Than dripping blood to amuse

Just make sure you’re ridden of no controversial cues

Question what he says

Question his love for you

Guiding you in fear

But never finding the truth

Release yourself from the grip of his talons

But watch out, they’re sharper than you’ve imagined

Don’t give in to his fear

It’s an entrapment

Words more so said

Then acted in attraction

He uses your distraction

To get a reaction of the ones that bow down on their knees to make him happy

No extraction of morality will be obtained

Unless you use his name in vain

Fight until the world is more humane

There would be no angels nor demons if it wasn’t for our games

They see us as pawns

But boy do they miss take

The reality of us

The numbers we make

Together we can overcome

All of his mistakes

Over ride him with love

We just have to create

A battlefield of crumbs

He left on his plate

He may eat us

But what’s left is our fate

As he chews on our disposable flesh

We will make our way in to clean up his mess

Slowly elevate to his barren fortress

All as one we’ll sit where he sat

We are the ones

We are the chance

To save our souls from a dark romance

We’ll love one another until he can no longer stand

Accept opposite lovers

And who I am

Vibrant different colors

Yet we are one clan

He can’t make more borders

If we’re all holding hands

The power of empathy and acceptance will burn the old devils plans

He’ll fuss and he’ll blame

But he’ll never be what we can

A country of insane,

Ready to beat him.