He who we
Disclaim
Every time I
try to do
A good thing
right and true
He’s on my
shoulder near
Whispering
temptations in my ear
Dragging me
left, when I should go right
Laughing at
all human plight
Shoving me
under when I should go over
Tricking me
so I can’t run for cover…
Leading down,
when I should go up
Feeding me
poison in a wordless cup
In the dark
inside my weary head
I see his dead
eyes burning red
He’s
everywhere undermining good
Disguised so
his lies misunderstood
Always posturing, forever faking
He misdirects
and is always taking
Leaves the
world sadly shaking
Always
taking, always taking
He cannot
love, he can’t create
Yet still proclaims
that he is great
He cannot
build, so he tears down
Destruction,
subversion his renown
He wheedles
in, where good is found
Throwing ash
on fertile ground
We’re misdirected
with his deceitful claims
And caught
like pawns in his power games
It’s not
flesh that he desires
He seeks our
souls to feed the fires
If you believe
he does not exist
You can’t
resist; you can’t resist
He wants to
make us into fools
When we wreck
and wound, it’s he who rules
The War already
has been won
And he has
lost, thanks to The Son
Yet still he
infects mankind one by one
Stockpiling
soldiers just for fun
Eternity is eminently
safe
But each
soul determines its own fate
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