They won't be accepting of the truth and the life,
Wielding tarot cards and crystals like a sharp knife.
Astrology is added to the assortment of deception,
A third of the angels fell straight down from Heaven.
Instilling new age rage without turning that rotten page,
No you can't cleanse away dark spirits by burning sage.
Lies and spells, with all that the evil side surely excels.
No coincidence that sin contains those sordid smells.
Accepting of a real revelation comes too late for some,
Loaded loads of bullets, those rounds are .44 Magnum,
The Devil sits smirking with ill intent and holding a gun.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: September 11th, 2025 03:19
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Comments1
Clever rhyming and an occult subject combined with devils and guns makes for a most fun read. Very nicely done
Appreciate it.
You are most welcome my friend
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