Until God Returns

I put myself in this position, self-made, self-reliant, self-sufficient, my egos at an indifference with the Devil’s livid whispers, no traditions, no Kwanza, no Christmas, no religions, pure vision, sculptured from God’s wisdom, souls risen, tempted by Satan’s mischief, with or without flesh, thy souls are still living in Hell -n- an emotional prison, communication lewd -n- scurrilous, with God’s permission, I picked the minds of the unliving, cursed but well versed -n- unquestionably diverse, diverging from Paradise to in -n- out the Devil’s wife’s purse, until their souls disburse then burst, Forbes lying for the Devil’s the Richest man on Earth, he buys souls with other souls then has sex with them, then uses them to deviate other souls here on the Earth, to his whispers you listen, he created these traditions -n- religions -n- these emotional prisons, we see what he wants us to see, for he redesigns our vision, he gave Da Vinci that paint to create Jesus picture and the ink -n- wisdom for Shakespeare -n- King James to write those Scriptures, look at the world, name a country that ain’t dealing with an indifference, Adam -n- Eve were the first to fall victim, -n- everybody else since them have been tricked, punished or either imprisoned, he so vicious, he got you thinking that’s God, whole time it’s him that’s whispering, to me I think the Devil is the Sun -n- Hell is when he falls upon us -n- we burn, I guess until God returns.