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Satan 3

Satan what a powerful force,
It's always been him that makes all the laws.
Kicked out of heaven like a naughty kid,
Misunderstood and trying so hard to win.
Nothing more than a little kid,
In way over his head with no where to live.
Caught in a realm of manipulation,
Trying so hard to find his station.
He wants to go back home to where the heart is,
And be forgiven for being retarded.
Being cast out of heaven and uprooted from his home,
Existing in every one but feeling so alone.
Being suppressed for thousands of years,
Only to be called upon to create more tears.
So he's a devil but so are we,
Have some compassion for him and we all can be free.
 
World Wide Wez
 

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Simon Bromley

I really like this.  Interesting take on it all and who knows what real and what isn't!  The truth is though, fact, we do live in an evil world.  Well done.

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sparrowsong

Hello Kieran...

When he's done to you what he's done to many you would not find it easy to show him compassion...

Some are still waiting on his orders to return what he took...

He's messed with the right people who has no choice but, to kick him in the face...

If he's not messing with someone than he's got a friend for himself and an enemy of God in Heaven...

That was his free will...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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