Satanic Air
Air of the pure blown away
as the devil breathed upon the earth,
his puffy cheeks full of poison
extracted from lethal streams
flowing from from his ghoulish heart
and running into his metal lungs,
his laughter heard around the globe,
his black eyes dancing to the
song of the macabre,
the pure abyss filling up
with his satanic air,
the foul smelling venom
from his hidden arsenals
that flood into the lungs
of the children of the earth,
innocent and vulnerable children
who play and work in his air,
who move in his atmosphere,
once lived with no fear
in their own atmosphere
and breathed in the breath
of the Almighty, the fathers
of their fathers, the inheritors
of the holy air,
the disciples of the good.
“Children in the path of
the devil’s spume,
beware of that beast
with his evil intentions.
Run and hide from his wrath,
that poison in his foul breath.
Run and hide from his armies
that seek you out, entrenching
themselves in your brittle lungs,
calling the Reaper to your door.
Beware, beware of his satanic air.”
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