Satan

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SATAN

Curse be upon Lucifer, judgement upon Shaytan; and total destruction of the Great Deceiver.

Wait!

I am not referring to the Satan that we were religiously raised to be binding and casting that won't just die.
Not talking also about that Shaytan which we do stone every year at a designated holy land but will not sustain any bruise as well.

I am talking about mere mortals like me, who have vowed to oppress and suppress their fellow mankind.
Men who are nursing their devilish mind, forming cult to propagate easily their agenda.

They, creating Wars to end war, establishing the human colour delusion, preparing poisons as food for people, providing entertainment that motivates violence, enslaving people and damaging their fellow humans conscious awareness for mind control.

Creating world imbalance to have authority over the people, replacing the spherical nature of life where love goes round and round with the pyramid of struggle, envy and bitterness.

Why must the Rich keep collecting from the poor? Why must some people always have in over abundance at the expense of multitude?

The world is actually for us all.

At the near stage of perfecting a New World with a different Order.

Listen please, no mythical Satan was ever involved in any enactment of wars, devilish men do that.

The more we keep wailing into the sky seeking help from where not, the more we give these people the power to illuminate their ideas on the world.

For how long will darkness continue to perfectly deceive light?
My people perish for lack of knowledge

© FERT, 2014

Comments

  1. Seybabs2 September 2020 at 02:36

    Lol nice wrote up but don’t shame religion

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  2. Anonymous2 September 2020 at 03:42

    Beautiful piece

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  3. Mary Ogungbola2 September 2020 at 07:36

    Indeed, men set themselves up as gods greater than other people....wielding wicked powers of control. These men have allowed evil to take root in their soul and sold their consciences to the evil one. One thing though is certain - good will triumph over evil. Oluwajuwonlo

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