I'm the meaness in every child
Not soft nor am I mild
I'm that sneer in every man's grin
Some people call me Mr. Sin
I suck on the mind of the weak
Till he becomes to blind to speak
I'm the cause of filthy desires
Some people call me the King of Liars
I'm the beginning of all that will end
I know all but yet have not one friend
I was concieved not in love but hatin'
Some people call me Saten
Faith Frank 2013
4 comments:
Those ones, we should do tag poetry one day, you cross some of my thoughts, who know what we would muster. %your silent watcher... Hornet%
Quite a poem, striking allegory to be sure.
Such a mind is worth knowing better... :)
Very aptly defined. Satan is always inside us.
An awesomely powerful write. Intense, passionate.
Loved it so much.
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