Devils' Disguises - Poetry

According to modern tradition he subsists in an abyss,

and is often dismissed as a Greek or Egyptian myth.

Sordid satire of the Roman Empire; an anti-Messiah...

walking through fire. Jeremiah prophesised via...

dreams. It seems, we all admire cream and luxury.

It's the Devil in material, or at least it seems apparently.

Beware! The 666 mark could now be hiding in your skin.

Hell awaits with brimstone if you're deciding entering.

Dictators and Klans united in sick hatred shake hands.

Maybe satanic seeds survive in man

                     that navigate plans

                             to leave tribes of Israel as devastated wastelands.

Attitudes decay as the multitudes praise idols of choice.

Pagans maim victims, claiming to hear the Devils voice.

Red rivers flood the gutter. The blood thirsty grow greedier;

Numbed by ether. Demonic politics control the media.

Corrupted agents raise a facade to brainwash the mass.

Polluted religion sets a trap. Even the Pope has a pact.

                      Burning candles,

                             Using rituals. Symbols resembling hex.

Yearning victuals, beastlike cannibals consuming heads.

Fallen angels produce offspring fused in human flesh.

Jezebels lure evil. The devilish host swore witness.

Clientele swells as the blind trade their souls for riches.

So Lucifer lunges at my heart and squeezes. Vice-like is his grapple.

The same snake in Eden baffled Eve with a ripe apple.

He handpicks the clouds so you never experience the suns light.

The loudest noise of all is the silence after midnight.

I fight this hassle and enticement on a daily basis.

The Devil as usual, opens up shop as many faces.

Disguises so devious that you'd probably never tell...

Knocking on doors, he offers, 'will you buy or will you sell?'.