Lucifer Poem by Christina Simmons

Lord Amoon help Meeee! ! !
The devil wants my soul his demons are not having it
I'm trying hard not to avow them too stubborn as h/she is
Won't give in; bow only to my saviour for he is king
Falling crash! Bang! So lord please do your bit!

Not situated in the deep dungeon of hell where fire burns
But he/they are all around can't escape - whinging from his
call, bell ringing he's pointed me out - currently in disguise
Still recognisable, mistakenly can't be ignored
Observe I must! Absorb I mustn't! Free me from their grasp

Doesn't walk/work alone, excuse me? - Eyes are piercing through
Meanwhile 'mark of the beast' - isn't just one but several
Psyche is no longer stuck in a jar released free to roam
this vast wilderness. Speaking in tongues English really

The ruling language of British society though it was
mines all along believed since the beginning of time
It was easy peasy through torture and wizardry
My soul was afflicted

Don't give It to them guide tightly don't make it accessible too
Don't you know? Got me obeying, stooping to their demands
Heels are not nail to the floor won't allow anywhere near
Definitely not a second time surrender only to the giver of life
Meanwhile they/h/she are freely scavenging the earth, WATCHOUT



















30/12/15 Sylvestina Silvers Simmons