The Devil Thrives Poem by Michael P. Johnson

To think the devil can’t exist
That Satan’s not alive
Allow such folly to persist
Enables him to thrive

The church of old, knew Satan well
Were wise to all his ways
Were not afraid to speak of hell
Like some in modern days

Down deep within the bowels of man
With selfish lust and greed
In secret; there to forge his plan
The devil’s planted seed

With stealth, the filth begins to seep
It slithers deep inside
Though Satan’s brood may never sleep
They need a place to hide –Mk.5: 12

Deceit, exalts his loathsome heart
Festooned with velvet sin
Though truth and love, he has no part
Yet still man’s trust he’ll win

In fools, he easily comes to live
To those yet lost and blind
Malignant doubt he’ll freely give
To thus possess the mind

No pity has the devil’s spawn
Tenacious, they spread their hate
Tempting us all of woman born
To share their master’s fate

With self-desire, they wage their war
With lust, for worldly gain
Each victim, blind to Heaven’s Door
Find life, was lived in vain…