Satan on the move
With his bag to
collect souls
Time is running out
for him
He has to create
chaos for his existence
The fire angel
knows his fate
He wants to
challenge his Master
He thinks he is
good in his art
The truth is he has
lost his game
He makes one religion
Sprinkle with half -truth
and copying tales
He brings it forth
to run his test
He shifts his appearance
lying through his mind
The false prophets
came and gone
Even today we hear
of the familiar tales
People like to
believe in stories
Dreaming of
paradise dreaming of easy life
The breed of
extremists
They think they
will go to paradise
Lucifer likes to
make his story
He knows he has no
chance back to Eden
So, he cultivates
the tales
Catch the greedy
ones to do his trade
He wants to collect
souls in his bag
He can show his
Master he has a pool of admirers
Don’t believe a
word Satan say
He likes your soul
for his own safety
The paradise world
isn’t his to give
Don’t fall for his
tricks he says he can
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