He eats your pride, he roasts your fear. Athiests and priests even martyrs he dares.
The devil grows higher like a fire in a city that doesn´t care.
His face imposes damned thought. In oceans of shame and doubt. The most diabolical fish are caught!
The devil is a climber, part of us belong. Freedom lies in creation which we let him steal for money.
Let him steal it for fame.
He´d drag a man half way around the world using a spell of delusion. Encourage us to frighten, fight, fear and abuse. The preachers can´t save us just as addicted to the word sinner as the accuser.
That´s his name beyond the climber, the lier and the profound unholy user.
For your thoughts on fire, your mind possesed. The devil is a climber certainly, this blind ambition he blessed.
We judge as if we have something to say that others should see... Always refusing mercy or holy amnesty.
In a cave he brews fine steaming pots of dishonesty, delivering it in the night´s wind wrapped in urgent wanting.
Thousands of screamers in anarchy make his saturday night party music, he plays the dirty, the broken, he plays me and you til we´re sick.
Sometimes so eloquent other times so blatantly twisted. Can we escape him is there a way, or through our destiny have we missed it? Please not the symbol of the serpent hissing.
Both worlds confuse us the heavenly bright and the terrifying dark. Which afterlife or higher dimension, which celestial ark? which side will we return, to make our eternal mark?
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