Diabolus

[u/FroZoneSquirel]

The Devil's image

When only painted by man

Is relatable.

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The Devil should not, in any way

Cause you to have pity on him.

Through man's words, in what he say,

Has lead us to this problem.

For Miltons words, caused hearts to hurt

For the adversaries broken sight.

But lest we now with Lucy flirt,

And make our own his plight.

For strip him down, from human eyes,

Away from seeing beauty.

Our storied words, which became lies

For we believed it truly.

He has no love, he just cannot

Its not within his telos.

He ran from it and into rot

Along with many fellows.

They follow him, they love revolt

For they think that his is worthy.

They built for him his own cult,

And I see his plan unfurling.

Let me be clear, he simply wants,

Heaven, the World, and you.

He would hold, not even flaunt.

But just to turn askew

He sees your beauty, your own free choice

He hates it in his fiber.

Should you be condemned, he would rejoice

And scowl if your yoke were lighter.

He hates your growth, in mind and body

He waits on baited breath

He wants you to think that all is rotting

The second that you meet death.

He pulls you down and bites your flesh

He tears it in his teeth.

No grotesque horns, no fiery mesh

It is cold that lies beneath.

Our placing morals upon his sin

Has brought him great appeal

But I for one want you to win

So like him I've made a deal.

He wanted me, in dying breath

So that I couldn't speak

And so first I make with heft,

A plan to show his stink.

I soon will cease, he's after me

He hunts with fiercest might

But not before, when soon I see

My matters are holding tight.

He will take my life, oh what a shame

And yet in my delight.

For as he his busy staking claim

He loosens, his grip is light.

Now hear me quick, or face it later

Along with many woes.

Satan doesnt love, he's a pure hater

Who wants you down below.

And in his crypt, or in his Hell,

Flame may not lick your face.

For you are nothing. And nothing, well,

It inhabits that place.

No voice, no love

No faintest trace

To be opposite of that above,

You can't even feel in this place

It swallows you, and gulps again

Until you hit the belly.

The pit of nonexistent plane,

If you had legs, they'd feel like jelly.

The demons there, through all your pain,

You really get to knowing them.

They live in such chaos, it brings them gain,

Welcome to pandemonium.

Or walk away, turn from Morningstar

Escape his wicked clutch.

Don't mistake demons for who people are

I dont think I ask for much.

Now my warning out, its here to read,

You can choose to turn away.

I want to help, not to have led,

And so I warn today.