God Already Knows This
Anyone on a mission,
To save my life from demons...
Would be better accepted,
If they prepared me a sandwich.
And quickly left.
The teaching of demons,
And their affects...
Are not on my ears,
When they are not near!
To remind me how effective...
The lessons they leave,
On those remaining in fear to breathe.
I am not living for a deliverance,
Not of that kind.
To leave my mind entrapped,
And conditioned!
By anyone claiming,
To be a missionary in my behave!
And God already knows this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Saints...now My Demons.
Saints turned to demons
Purity stained with grit
A heart yelling for deliverance
Muffled by a mind calling for vengeance
Knowledge was silenced by blind rage.
World turned up side down
Faith clung to for hearts grown weak
Minds cracked under pressure
Faith was all they had left in the
Revolting days and flighty nights.
Hung and crushed
By their faith in others
And saved by their faith in
Night’s lonesome powers
Delivered to their heavenly home
By their faith.
Hope was known
To be no good on this test
This was life or death.
This test turned my saints to demons
And demons into saints
The test
The test was vengeance, integrity,
And though there could have been reason
Was based out of lunacy.
Saints left this world
bludgeoned and blood,
Demons left pure and with a halo.
poem by Chantel Weston
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Angels and Demons
angels and demons are special adversaries
of God perfect creation; they are the stairway
and ladder of man’s salvation
in every deep prayer angels and demons
becomes the agent of change of every faith,
making them the wind that blows our mutual
Communication with God
understanding the nature would mean, a
beginning to know that eternity is something
a special place or a state of life, which the
teaching of the church called it heaven
angels and demons is the pathways where,
souls has come to see the light, beyond the
darkness memory of our destiny
angels and demons birth the salvation of what
the promise of Adam and Eve in the garden
of paradise; the same nature coupled with equal
immunity with different disguise and personality
tempting the weaknesses of man
the revelation of God's altenative, created to thy
glory of God, to test human loyalty and obedient
of thy holy name in the kingdom to come
grant thy existence of angels and demons, as part
of the master plan of salvation, for thy majesty
comes in a shinning armor to judge the living and
the dead, for each one will be judge according to
thy action
let then the intersession of angels to cast out the
demons living in our midst and may the kingdom
of the Lord God lives in our souls
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Demons And Angels
He swore it was over and all in his past
A few hours later his hand's 'round a glass
A voice on the left says,
"There's peace in the wine"
From the right a voice whispers,
"Don't do it this time"
When he looks for the answer
down in his heart
Demons and angels tear him apart
She calls his name softly
as she lies in their bed
Listens for footsteps and prays for the best
She knows that he loves her
knows that he tries
But if he comes home drinking
she'll leave him tonight
She waits for the answer and
cries in the dark
while demons and angels tear him apart
For so long they've fought for his soul
The whisky and the woman at home
And they all know he must choose
the winner alone
There's not much that's sweeter
than a new life begun
Ain't much that's sadder
than a promise undone
He stares at the bottle,
longs for her arms
while demons and angels tear him apart
When he looks for the answer down in his heart
there's demons and angels that tear him apart
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Scandalous Decisions
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demons & Angels
He swore it was over and all in his past
A few hours later his hands round a glass
A voice on the left says,
theres peace in the wine
From the right a voice whispers,
dont do it this time
When he looks for the answer
Down in his heart
Demons and angels tear him apart
She calls his name softly
As she lies in their bed
Listens for footsteps and prays for the best
She knows that he loves her
Knows that he tries
But if he comes home drinking
Shell leave him tonight
She waits for the answer and
Cries in the dark
While demons and angels tear him apart
For so long theyve fought for his soul
The whisky and the woman at home
And they all know he must choose
The winner alone
Theres not much thats sweeter
Than a new life begun
Aint much thats sadder
Than a promise undone
He stares at the bottle,
Longs for her arms
While demons and angels tear him apart
When he looks for the answer down in his heart
Theres demons and angels that tear him apart
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Monsters of the Night
Inner demons who seem to rule my fate
for me I feel its far to late
for deep within they always hide
these monsters eating away at me from the inside
inner demons that scream
my thoughts some how not what they seem
monsters that creep out at night
Oh hell! ! this does not feel right
inner demons, please find another soul to torment
for me this torture is no longer meant
My deeply feared monsters of the dark
here no longer will you park
inner demons leave me be
my scary monsters of the night
I beg of you, please finally let me be
for my soul craves, needs the much healing light
inner demons, cast yourselves away
no longer do I want you to have any say
monsters who taint my soul to black
no longer will you haunt, for I will someday find my way back!
poem by Jill Ferrey
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Demons In Our Mind
When you are stressed,
the demons awaken in your mind.
Positive becomes negative,
confusion reins supreme.
We know not what we are doing.
Our lives become muddled
and turmoil sets in.
Nothing is real anymore
all our thoughts are imaginary.
We see loss
when there is no loss there.
We fear everything we hear.
Thoughts become illogical,
and we see everything as some kind of plot
and the demons in our mind
are now working overtime.
19 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Walking
Just keep on walking whatever u don't look back cause when you do the memory of the past will haunt you,
You had done enough damage towards me,
I will keep on walking till the sun goes down until the night shades above and beyond the sky,
I am moving on with this life,
I can’t bare it no more but the thoughts of you still haunts me,
I will keep on walking until there is no more you,
I know I can’t run forever,
Soon or later I have to face my demons,
My demons are you,
You the one that makes me want to run till I give up,
Walking away from this pain might not last forever,
Please quit haunting me,
Leave me be,
I want face my demons but too scared but to think of running,
You made me this way,
Soon I will face you when I am more ready.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Demons
DEMONS, sound like diamonds
or the almonds
you ask to be free from demons
these demons that mess
your life
oh aldo, summon me
to fly to you
i am an angel from the east
where the sun always shines and feasts
(canned laughter follows)
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Leave Them Alone
Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!
This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.
They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.
They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!
Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!
Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!
These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.
Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.
There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angel of Darkness
An Angel with Broken Wings,
Torn by the Demons that have risen
from the Everlasting Darkness below.
Falling further into Hell,
Forgotten and Abandoned by all
of the Angels that he Trusted.
Finally realizing the Painful Truth
No One has ever Cared for him,
His Trust has been Betrayed.
Two options are left for this Condemned Angel.
Accept his Demise and die an Angel of Light
or Fight and become an Angel of Darkness
He chose to become the Angel of Darkness
after replacing his White Angel Wings,
with the Dark Black Wings of a Demon.
Now he has Vowed to Kill all of the Angels
that have Decieved him with False Feelings,
and those who have Plotted Against him.
With this newfound Reason to Live
his Life now has Meaning,
As an Angel among Demons.
This Angel is finally where he Belongs.
Living with the Demons in the Dark Abyss
after being Accepted and becoming their Leader.
Vincent Toll
poem by Vincent Toll
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The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing
The BENEFITS of confessing,
To having less and becoming honest with oneself...
When addressing this in complete truthfulness,
Quickly eliminates a need to numb and medicate stress...
To free a mind accepting,
Time for them has come to set aside expectations.
And the ADVANTAGES of knowing,
There are limits to one can stretch to feed wants...
Seems to leave no mental or emotional affects to protect.
Like those who experience worrying themselves to death,
As to how to maintain false images obtained...
Jeopardizing dignity AND a loss of self respect.
Yes...
The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing,
For those aware and prepared for this...
Can be cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nightmare
this nightmare seems endless
no end to my pain
these demons look real
oh father heal me this pain won't
heal
i got knives cutting my self
ovee and over again
can't stop why o why
take me away i want to leave
this game
laying in a pool of my blood
i search for a sign as i cry out loud
save me someone save me
as i loss my last breathe
my head hit rhe cold concrete
as i see this whole new me
rocking back and forth singing
this lalabii
'its all over, its all over, its all over'
poem by Robert Roberts
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Virgin Killer
Music :ulrich roth
Lyrics:ulrich roth
Cry like you feel,
Try like you feel, feel it ...!
Try to escape,
Cry to escape, escape it ...!
Its so hard to run away
Hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
Death on the screen,
Sadistic magazines, watch out
Suicides evryday,
Political ways, get it
Well, you cant find new ways ...
But hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
Garbage in the streams,
A-bombs in your dreams, look out
Sharks in the pictures,
Exorcist prescriptions, forget it
Try to get away from that,
Cos hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
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Legion
With this man the demons had their way
among the tombs during night and day.
Men chained him attempting to subdue
and prevent what those demons made him do.
Ashamed he cut himself when so distressed
then he ran to Jesus this man possessed.
'Legion, Come out of him' the Master said
and at the Lords command the demons fled.
They had to obey for He was Divine
and fled to the hills entering the swine
The two thousand pigs ran down the bank
falling into the sea they drowned and sank.
The Demons were gone this man was made whole
no more in chains and agony of soul.
So he begged to go with Jesus on His way
But the Lord had a plan for him that day.
Then all dressed and in his right mind went he
through the ten cities giving testimony.
saying 'I came to Jesus all possessed
and now with His righteousness I'm dressed'
To be clothed and possess our right mind
is now possible when Jesus we find.
Let's run to Jesus just as this man did
and from all our demons we will be rid.
Based on the account recorded in Mark 5: 1-13
Angels Masquerading
When one lives in a den of demons,
Why is there an expectation...
To hear angelic voices?
Or believe those limping from wounds,
Are preparing for marathon races.
Once a healing begins,
And the demons have been identified...
Why are there those who still lie to themselves,
That the ones baring their fangs,
And wearing sheepskin in disguise...
Are really angels masquerading their lives?
A den of demons...
IS,
A den of demons!
Whether visiting or observing.
Or condoning it...
As a place to call home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring You Down To Hell
The demons are coming after you
In the night ready to fight
Always cruel with hate in their mind
Promise you that they will get you
You're trying to hide with fear in your eyes
Hoping that nobody see's you
If they should know where you are
I'm sure that they will torture you
I hope that you, you are prepared
Take all the weapons you can
If you are not ready to fight
I'll think that you'd better run
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
to Hell
You're running away with no place to stay
The demons can almost reach you
You hear that someone is shouting your name
You think for yourself what you should do
You're trying to hide with fear in your eyes
Hoping that nobody see's you
If they should know where you are
I'm sure that they will torture you
I hope that you, you are prepared
Take all the weapons you can
If you are not ready to fight
I'll think you'd better run
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
to Hell
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
I hope that you, you are prepared
Take all the weapons you can
If you are not ready to fight
I'll think you'd better run
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
to Hell
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A Place To Stay In Your Head
You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
Or at least learn how to duck,
From the blows of their punches.
There is something about getting hit,
Helps to assist your feelings of acceptance.
You say it's from a bad suffering,
From the absence of good luck!
That keeps you securely fixed to muck.
And me you believe,
Ignore reality to bask in a world of fantasy.
You wont hear my demons laughing.
They struggle with me right now,
To have my mind accept your philosophy!
My demons come to tease.
But the getting on my knees has been done.
At an expense I am still fighting to overcome.
You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
They enjoy the fact you see yourself in a rut.
And when you decide to shut them up...
They become offended.
And since they know you will continue,
To protect them with excuses...
They know they have a place to stay in your head,
Without a fear you will abandom them.
'You think you know so much! '
Tell your demons to shut up.
'THAT'...
I do know,
Will eventually work to 'your' benefit.
'You make me sick.'
No!
You make 'you' sick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until One Sits Alone
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
They rather give their opinions,
Unsolicited and quick.
About how others should live,
As they pill pop to get...
Their headaches to quit.
Quieting anxieties,
Leaves them less suspicious.
As the ones who can't face their own hurdles.
Or take initiative they themselves do not permit.
Until one sits alone,
Dealing with demons on their own...
Excuses will be condone,
To label their protected wounds.
That scar them to the bone.
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
And these same demons...
Are seen from them to persist unlimited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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