Dan St John
The devil is beautiful. Smooth, elegant,and peaceful. Invisible to consequence. gracefully deceitful. He lures. Smoking mirrors in my midst, rising in my lust, cheering for my rage of fits. Urging my greed, sex, and addictions. He attacks my trust. Lord forgive me, for in only you I know that I must. The devil is beautiful to those who want to feel, The devil knows me. He whispers so temptingly “let’s make a deal.” He knows what I like and attacks me at my weakness Eloquently He manipulates my vulnerable meekness he pulls me in closer just wearing his charming grin, constantly fanning the flames in my desolate heart of sin. He brings so much chaos, confusing me with pain Lying to me about God I promise myself his attempts are in vain But the devil is beautiful. No! I need my mind to shift gears! but right when I see it clearly- uncontrollably, I am paralyzed in my fears. It’s then, he blinds me. Insulting my deepest cares, over and over, powerfully enticing me with dares. So I dance with him, waltzing, as I tip toe the snares. I hate his beauty and I want to be free. I feel like I’m in an abusive, possessive relationship and I only want to leave. Too depressed Too lonely He is addicted to me.