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Oh Lucifer

As he sits on his throne,  

His arm stretches out 

And with one motion he destroys everything in his path.  

The corrector of damned souls. 

A rebel of a failed rebellion.  

Lord Lucifer.   

"Here I sit contemplating." 

Oh lord Lucifer 

Please let us know your notion 

"Child, my world is great. Greater than any heaven god can build." 

Oh lord Lucifer 

We know this is true,  

Tell us your notion 

"Child, I am not happy." 

Oh Lucifer 

Please tell us why 

"For how many souls I receive they do not know the truth." 

Oh lord Lucifer

What is the truth 

"The true meaning of death is not to suffer." 

Oh lord Lucifer 

But we are weak so we must repent 

"Thus the reason for my unhappiness." 

Don’t make the devil unhappy. Punishing yourself will get you in a room repeating your sin until you realize, there is no sin. 

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Louise cuddington

Really liked this one. It's brave to write about Lucifer. But the sentiment behind this is probably a lot more true than most would feel comfortable admitting. Good work :)

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Emma Nyx

Thank you! Lucifer is actually one of my favorites to write about.

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Louise cuddington

Well it's nice to meet someone who favours the same as me. You've inspired me to be brave!! :)

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