Having Tea With The Devil Poem by Micah Krahn

When the Devil comes knocking, be polite or he will rip your deathless life out of your mouth,
damning your foul tongue to stone shattering all your teeth out of your head as they laugh at your torment on the cold dark sidewalk.
Entombed in my devil’s eyes, mirrored by a thousand evils whiplashed with maliced fear.
Trembling with my own madness gnashed by his fouling teeth, secretly shredding my sanity.
With these nails in my hands, bleed the horizon from my veins into your godless chalice.
A tea party with the devil; come and eat these cookie-cutter shaped angels; consume your sanity with evil intent.
Watch them writhe as our sin tears them apart from the inside.
He cannot even save His angles, He is the God that failed

Open you delusional book of precious fairy tales and heretic parables; watch them helplessly burn in the fires of my eyes. Soulless whispers scream from twelve empty discipled chairs and a liar.

Come sit with us, a party of a thousand souls. A dance with the devil, hypnotized by lust, fueled by rage and too compassionate for sanity.

He isn't a demon nor a devil. He is the lifeless death, a sinner’s henchman standing solemn in the stead of sin’s turmoil. He isn’t alive or dead. Don’t be afraid.

Satan isn't the evil lurking in your eyes, he is the nightmare coming to life in your soul. Acceptance is the first part.

Come closer my child, let me whisper something in your ear…

This isn't a lie.

This is the truth you are seeking.

Satan is a part of you, scrub the filth of god from your bones. Open your eyes my child, devour your god’s lies and let us toast with this cup of tea!