Sunday, February 20, 2011

The son of the Morning: By Gillums

You would never think that thought was dangerous

Till it tears apart your still heart

You would never think that just because action

Could bring about sin


Who is this that brings us down

Who is this that wants us to fade and him to prevail

In making us dark, soulless, and without heart

He is but Lucifer the son of the morning


Now when you think devil or Satan

Your mind does but wonder in a very different direction

A civil demon dressed in red ready to strike

With a pitchfork just as pointy as his tale


But we must realize for what he really is

He is the reason for the hate

He is the reason for murder

He is the lowest of low

The slick liar the mind tricker


He wants you to not only sin

But to bring others with you

To join his ranks

Of lowly evil ones whose only wish is your destruction

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