The Beast Is Dying

Satan lurks within the shadows of your sins,
Smirking at every trip & fall he’ll inevitably witness!
Regardless,
Of your fear to be noticed.
He’s a soldier who’s out to cause major pain to those who wane away from the God’s word over gold and,
Other illusions fading as we’re laid within a grave dug by our own vices…

It’s what we get for being proud of our bliss felt through the grips of nescience,
As we negate the science of God,
Faith and how both go together more than you and that club that you’re heading into.
But,
We’re human!
We were made to slip and splatter different hues on a canvas just to show us what being petty gets you…

No other way to learn,
But,
To let trees and flowers blossom from a ground we soil with our blood and all the tears we’ve earned,
While showing off your new-found knowledge by cremating a past we conceal in the innards of our pupils and,
Skeletons unearthed…
From the ruins of our bedroom closets…
It’s just,
Time to be honest with ourselves.