Author’s Note: This poem was written in open defiance of the Deceiver, the Father of Lies, that cunning, cursed, blood-shot-eyed bogus bat who fell from heaven after rejecting God completely.
The title is unique. It relays to how I felt this evening, to how Moses must have felt upon seeing how soon Satan had turned the Israelites against God in worship of a golden statue, instead. Every time I see Satan score like that, whether it be in my life or in the lives of others (particularly loved ones’), I get angry about him trying to subtly dismantle and entirely demolish people’s lives. I get defiant. And this is an outward expression of that defiance, whether Satan likes it or not, whether, heck PC people like it or not (and I’ve really given up on caring about that so far at this point.). So… in a sense, my poem is saying, loudly and proudly, “IN. YOUR. STUPID. FACE. SATAN.”
“Not today, Satan.”
Those words
Ring
In my ears
After seeing people
Being torn
A-
Part,
One the edge
With fear
And destruction
In their hearts.
“Not my family, Satan.”
You try to
Pick
And pick
And pick
Until there is nothing
At all
Left.
Corrupting,
Deceiving,
Controlling
My loved ones,
Oh yes, I know how
You operate.
“Not my life, Satan.”
For it belongs
To my Father
Above
Who has already
Ransomed
Me with wild
Abandon, and restless
Eternal
Love.
The most you can
“Accomplish”–
To tear my soul from
My temple,
However you wish.
“Not your world, Satan.”
This is my Father’s world
And in it has begun
Through hope and fears,
And all the years,
In time, God’s
Flawless
Masterful
Plan
Will be
Done.
You have not won.
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