Wicked has an angelic guise,
Smiling faces, compassionate lies,
Preaching fury, death to His foes!
Telling the faithful which way they should go.
Who is this devil that most despise?
Ruler of the world, king over the children of pride.
Raising one, another falls,
In the world he has our balls.
But he is not the King of kings.
In Him you can rest.
But remember, He puts us to the test.
Like fullers soap, a refining fire,
Brings forth an instrument,
Full of His desire.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2023 02:11
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Comments1
Good write 2.
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