God vs lucifer

What is god
For me he is very odd
,People worship him,he likes to get praise
He lives in the city of magic
Which fly on lonely clouds
xAnd we call it heaven.

He love when we say his name
He like his fame,
What you want from me
Wanted me to be tame
No, It wont happen,I am better dead.

Here comes the cute demon
You called him "Lucifer",
But he is the one I prefer
He is the person who rang the bell in hell

He is the one who walks in the night
Just waiting for the moment that will be right,
Teeth sharp and yellow,eyes glowing red
This is not the monster found under your bed.

He is fighting with god,plotting you know
And someday he will take away his soul
,He feeds on our fear,drinks in our tears
There will be a day
When he will be the only thing we hear

Pain,rage and anger invites him
Death and corpse gives him control
Soon dark and dead will be your soul

You ask what is he and who he wants
He is every memory of god that will haunt,
Those broken,scared,alone and bruised
He's the unheard voice of all those abused.

Its you who let god to rule
That all I can see,
He is the one who fills the world
With his incurable disease.

Writer

Pieces of my soul
,Scattered on this sheet,
Moments where I faltered,
I felt incomplete.

Sometimes I wrote in happiness,
But pain, it flowed with ease,
No depths I could not reach,
When writing on my knees.

In days of old I'd run to write,
Expel the hurt I had,
Turn it into something more,
Writing out the bad.

It could be raw and very dark,
Fear was often there,
Tears running, minds were racing,
Blooms of deep despair.

Youth went by, life did change,
Love had found its way,
Breaking through this wall I built,
Hiding every day.

I came to find the words inside,
To express each facet of being,
My passion became something more,
Than something that was freeing.

It became me, held back nothing,
Emotions free to flow,
It helped me understand the things,
I never did quite know.

It helped me find a voice to speak,
Reach those held in wanting,
Voice my spirit to my peers,
In a way that was not daunting.

Now I sit and write today,
For nothing more than joy,
This call I hear deep inside,
That nothing can destroy

For even if you read my words,
And find nothing that you need,
I bared my soul and all I hold,
For more than you to read.

Together

When it comes to relationships, tragedies, or just a simple day.

I always wonder who's behind it so it ends that way.

Is it me or something else that gets to pick and choose?

Or is already written in stone whether I win or lose?

Some say fate is that one force which gets to decide.

Others say it is yourself in which you must confide.

Combination of the two is truly what I believe.

Because in the end it always takes two to conceive.

So don't you go and put all your pennies in one jar.

Because if you do then you truly cannot go far.

Bring them both together and trust them entirely.

It is always both together believe and you will see

strength

Strength is recognizing that you need help

And asking for it

Strength is when no matter how hopeless the battle looks

You will never forfeit

Strength is letting down your guard

And taking a chance

Strength is asking the one person you secretly admire

To just one dance

Strength is going on

Even when you don't have the will

Strength is going to the extreme

Not just for the thrill

Strength is doing what's right

No matter what it will cost

Strength is asking for help

When you are completely and utterly lost

Strength is letting people get close

And giving them the ability to hurt you

Strength is not just saying what people want to hear

But saying what is true

Strength is never giving up

No matter how hopeless things seem

Strength is making reality out of

Your every hope and dream

Strength is being able to let go

And finally say goodbye

Strength is recognizing

That it's always okay to cry

Strength is being able to laugh

In the face of fear

Strength is going down the path you're on

No matter how drear

Strength is recognizing

When you need to let the one you love go

Strength is letting

Your true feelings show

Strength is being able to move on

And learn from your mistakes

Strength is being true to yourself

Even when everyone else are fakes

Strength is finally letting

The one that you love know

Strength is recognizing your mistakes

And using them to grow

Strength is scaling every mountain

No matter how high

Strength is freeing your soul

And letting your spirit fly

Strength is the ability to forgive

No matter what the crime

Strength is forgiving and forgetting

All of the time

Strength is in not following the crowd

But embarking on your own

Strength is knowing that you're never perfect

But merely partly grown

Strength is never giving up

Even when all odds are against you

Strength is always finding the time

To do what you've got to do

Strength is sticking up for

The person everyone picks on

Strength is always looking at the pro

And never at the con

Strength is knowing who you are

And who you want to beS

trength is found in everyone

In you . . . in her . . . in me.

If you wake up one morning

and they tell you I'm dead

don't look around in shock

you knew i was fcked in the head

if they tell you

i cut to deep this time

don't wonder how i could

it's not a crime

if they Tell you

my blood stained the floor

don't lock yourself up

slamming the door

if mum breaks down

if she starts to cry

don't join in her sadness

it was my choice to die

if mum tells you she love's me

and if you say it too

think before you do

now that my life is through

if mum asks for your help

there is a funeral to attend

for a broken boy who's life

you couldn't mend

if mum says she wants red roses

of the fcking white one

tell her i want black roses

and to be buried with a gun

if she wants to dress me up

in the white dress she bought

get my used top and denim

in white i wont be caught

if she cries at the alter

help her to her seat

her heart is now broken

will she ever find her feet

if they sing the fcking church songs

that never made sense to me

go get skillet, or my chemical romance

the real me they will all see

if they go on and on

about everything i used to be

tell em to get fcked

cause they never knew me

if they ask why i have scars

tell em i couldn't cope

let em know there is almost 200

cause i ran out of hope

if you dream of me

of what i did that night

don't worry you'll never know

cause you wont get it right

if you think about my death

you cut the fck out of yourself

you lock yourself

upit's not good for your health

if you wonder what went through my mind

as the blade went across

it was all of you my angel

and all of the loss

if you think you could have saved me

stopped me before i went to far

helped me on my feet

caught a falling star

if you say you still love me

ars to your eyes

remember I'm still in your ear

and that will stop your cries

know i love you too

and I'll always be in your heart

I'll always be with you

if one day you remember my face

and it brings tears

Lucifer's song

Seductive melody is invoking,calling out for dance

bloody moon's the ruler of the night

Stars cherish, like reminders on darkened scars

left to testify above the horrid minds.

Sanguinary angels forgotten, now they fade

the demons are whispering chaotic prayers,

darkened flames of the emotions cremate every thought

as entwined liquid stars sing Lucifer's song.

Fallen Gods lustfully raging afore Creators dagger

the symbol of Lucifer's victory, the descant of blackness;

broken Sun slowly dieing while eternity bleeds

the dreams of lost shouts on the world are descend.

“Come one, come all, if you dare! Enter this house of unimaginable fear. Come inside and behold the horror! Your hidden evils revealed through the mirror…”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. One is tall, one is short, the third is-odd of a sort. One is happy, one is sad, one never showed emotions as a lad.

The evil clown entices them in, “come inside this haunted den. Inside you’ll find only what’s hidden, deep in your soul, from others forbidden.”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. Two are boys, one is female. She likes movies, music, and sea shells. She’s always looked up to both of her brothers-well that goes without saying because obviously they’re taller.

“Are you ready to enter this den of death? You’ll perish for sure, like all of the rest. Go in and find the path, it’ll lead you to be found,” tempted the ghoulish sadistic evil looking clown.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. They go into the place of evil intent, to find the center which the clown hath sent. Walking silently, drowning in fear, they finally discover the center…and the mirror.

“Look inside it, and be consumed. It will surely reveal your perishing doom.” Echoed the words of the evil clown, nothing else was heard-not a single sound.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. The oldest child sadly depressed in his heart, looked into the mirror first, and screamed with a start. The middle child next, looked into the mirror; he gave no reaction, not a glimpse of fear. The youngest stepped up, but quickly looked away, the nightmare she saw-she never would say.

The evil clown lets out a hideous chuckle, and begins to stretch and crack his knuckles. “My job is done, I know they had fun. One decides to shoot himself with a gun. One starts to party and break all the rules; he drowns himself one night while out on a cruise. The little one…her fate is unclear! Could she be the one I saw in the mirror?”

One little girl, who accepts her fate. Slaughters the clown with all of her hate. Because her brothers had seen their deaths, it ultimately led them to fulfill their quests. Perhaps not knowing how life ends is what keeps it going for all of her friends. No more deaths would this clown reveal. She killed him that night and destroyed the mirror.