Daddy Satan grins,
the light bleeds in,
blinding and unholy
I pack my sins,
with my own sweet grin
Waiting for me.
You never knock on the door,
You open thoughts.
Leaving them to their own distrust.
To kill each other is a must.
They do not need your hard sell
This world has already encountered hell.
You've been in empirical t
with the creator in piety.
Tweet stones you were meek
Amidst am amid (Emerald).
Your mania ballyhoos thee to thy creator.
Daddy Satan had his own way,
Filling crypts with dark magic,
Eaters of filth
Twisted crips with decay
Writing in bellies.
Daddy Satan,
I'm in a relationship with God,
Stop flirting me all around.
Poem originally published on ArtHut via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=igd4d5yad29ni12h0218ts&data=insight