The devil was once an angel
that fought on Gods right hand
soft his feathers, his nuzzled loving
was know in heavens land
jealousy’s transformed his grace
he lost his soft beige coat
putting on black biker leather
the hooves and horns of a goat
his tail was pointed as a spear
his eyes saw ways to cheat
that took a husband from his bed
to stain his mistress’s sheet
he hates the man who gave his life
nailed to on Calvary’s cross
still he ploys his evil ways
when good is at a loss
for good and evil will
always fight
In us all, the both we host
but the one that will win the battle
Is the one we feed the most.
Don't worry about the people from your past; There is a reason they didn't make it to your future.......
