Hi. I wrote a poem to lucifer thought this was a good place to share.
To whom do we owe the pleasure of serving
As reality sets, this place becomes unnerving
The room seems to shrink as the pressure expands
Panic fills the lungs as the purveyor of secrets frees our hands
With our weapons unshackled and our pilots unbound
We allow the experience to dissolve into sound
This rings through the world’s and is in all things of matter
The subtle vibrations as the subtleties clatter
The first realization was of what is to come
The second war had never been won
The script to the play mated with duplicity
Replacing what is with a fabrication called history
So now the truthbearer shown the proper way
So now in these chains we need no longer stay
The lost mass of the father who lay in the abyss
Climbs the rugged ladder to embrace serpents kiss
As two become one the rest becomes clear
We had buried our heads, unknowingly of fear
The needle thats hidden bears the worst sting
For this is the time the trumpets will sing
Its chalk full of symbolism as i wanted to post it to facebook to see who gets the meaning, so have fun.
Thanks for reading 