The death of the reciprocal
I reach a pinnacle of imbecile
A few years ago, and I mean in the literal
Was pitiful in mythical proportions
Knowing the eventual residual emotions
That would erode my soul in slow torment
Boughs disposed my ambition from my reason
To every event there is a time and is a season
Chronologically I logically needed lesions
Legions of reason to inveigle a better harvest season
My mind was wheedled to believin legalistic reason
Treason against Him, but the heathen within refused to repent
And my soul’s slow roll to the black hole wouldn’t relent
I prayed to men, not the Lord and Saviour of them
It was the money, since cents made sense
In a life where there’s only popper and prince
No proper dimension for median ascension
And since you’re either the sacrifice or sacker
In a lynchin’…best to be the lynchpin
A sinister sinecure, when the minister’s miniature
To my cerebral cortex, preachin was out of context
My mind was in the Adiron-Dex, compassion was next
To succumb to duress, suppressed by the mess
A melding of confused reality an’ sinning and vex
Lucifer’s nest became my preference to rest
And Devil’s pie to subside my hungry eyes
Gluttons of immoral imagery, a sinful synergy
Of shared energy between a mortal and the Enemy
My enmity for sympathy, it brewed into epiphany
A symphony, initially a sinner sinning swimmingly
But became an unbridled demonic empathy
A human sidled with denial, bore a new demonic entity
A soul defiled by its trials more than two ironic entries
Been centuries, since a being pleased the Devil’s dreams…
But the romance was parasitic…at first I was committed
Satiated by the radiated rage but I was a rat in a maze
I just got more cheese along the way, kept me in a daze
In a haze of supposed payment for adorning Satan’s raiment
Dancing with the Devil on a floor that was not level
Tilted towards Hell only time remained ‘til I fell
And was devoured by the Coward, placed into a cell
A challenge to his power…but I wasn’t evil…well…
It was something far worse in his mind…
I was a being of the most dangerous kind…
I chose to deny God…at a time of confusion
Satan pounced on the moment of disillusion
Intrusion to perpetuate the illusion of reprobate
As descriptive of my future fate, all God did was wait…
Damien had seen the gradients of my increasing placement
In the hierarchy of beings in the final battle scene
Obscene visions to his eyes surprised the One of Pride
God described something to him that left him in fright
Satan tried to divide my life from the Christ inside
Satan had seared my vision with sin and made me blind
It worked for a time…but God finally cleared my eyes
I realized…the futureless pursuits in my sight…blight
Is all the Devil is, a night to day, to calm, a fray, to love, a hate…
To the healthy, a hunger intended to emaciate…
I rejected the Devil…
And I retreated to this place where I presently reside
And I examine the contents of my mind, I just think
About how my God brought me from the very brink
Of destruction; it’s really amazing when I think of it
But, I have to prepare and train for the coming battle
The signs are evidence that it is fast approaching, so
I am on my toes, and on the edge of my seat, excited
Never allowing myself to feel fear, I know He’s here
He calms my spirit and makes me as the cool water
Serene as the greenest pastures, restoreth my soul
His hand of protection comforts me, in his grasp
Is where I stand and where I wait for His plan
To be executed…I am a disciple, He is my Lord
The shepherd I shall I not want…but I the sheep
Demure to His power…So shall it be written…
So shall it be done…
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