Satan you Coward !

Deceiver they call you and that makes you proud;
Funny your ambition's so shallow.
From God's right hand to nowhere to stand;
You pretend to wear your fake hallow!

You stride in the filth of false glory;
And manipulate the vulnerable crowd.
You hunger and thirst for a little self-worth;
Too bad, that's no prize for the proud!

A spectacle you make of your stunted cults,
A skull, some blood, a pentagram so heinous;
A star from your name and some number to your game;
It pleases you to get a little famous!

Your age old ambassadors, the serpent, the crow;
Are God sent, has it ever occurred to you?
And they are more loved that you ever will be;
You should stand up and face the truth !

You think you have worshipers, but all that you have;
Is a bunch of confused, paralyzed owls;
Who'd scare you off like a whimpering rat
If you dare to hand their souls back!

You prowl at night, afraid of the light;
Pathetic and scared, you'd never dare
To face your fate, though you're never too late
To try your fowl play and re-create!

Bending mans' thoughts through music and books;
With talent - a gift from the start;
You make it a point to be part of the noise;
Insecure - almost as if you have a heart!

What you think amuses you is lust and envy,
Murder, jealousy and wealth..
But don't you run away from what you truly crave the most,
'The Love of God'- just like everyone else!