Satan's Daughter
I have that burning desire
Come and let me set your world on fire
The burn doesn’t hurt that much
Sometimes it’s softer than the touch
You just need that flame in your soul
Let the fire take control
Doesn’t matter much to me
Seems the way it ought to be
I don’t see why you fight
Against something that feels so right
yeah you know I’m a child of death
I’ll lay our heart down to rest
Satan’s daughter
Demoness
Satan’s daughter
Last caress
I have a will of steel
I will not kneel
I don’t need your caress
You just can’t guess
Cause I’m the one who knows
Not to let my feelings go
If you don’t want to ride the night with me
You don’t know what you’re missing
But somehow it shows
And I know you know
What I am
You don’t stand a chance
Satan’s daughter
Demoness
Satan’s daughter
Last caress
You try so hard to resist
But you want to feel my kiss
You know I’ll do my best
To put your love to the test
I know you want what I’ve got
Sweetest taste you haven’t forgot
I see desire in your eyes
I can feel you fantasize
Come and take a taste of me
‘ll bring you to your knees
I’ll bring you down like a lamb at the altar
Come and take a taste of Satan’s daughter
Satan’s daughter
Demoness
Satan’s daughter
Last caress
Come and ride the night with me
poem by Haley Revell
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Devil & Daughter
Silence is mocking the dawn of a new day
Devil and daughter are both on their way
The evil of her nature collects in her eyes
With him theres no fear of the dawn bringing light
Baptised with fire, too wild to be tamed
Shes hot, evil and ready to take any man
Let no one put assunder the power of the pain
He is the master of hell riding again
Devil and daughter - pleasure and pain
Devil and daughter - is this the end
A thousand times over, youll hear on the wind
In the name of hell, these sinners never sinned
But satan never listens to the words that they send
Drenching the soul with blood, when will it end
Devil and daughter
Hes got the power, shes got the pain
Devil and daughter
Shell break any woman and take any man
Devil and daughter
Hand in hand with the reaper
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Satan’s role
But for Satan, can we seek God?
Fear of Satan drives us to God.
Satan removed, why is God?
God has reason to make Satan.
23.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mothers And Their Daughters
they struck him down hard early in life
he slaps me around plenty
i cannot leave
my daughter never cries
to feed my daughter
i will take on the whole lot of you
the young men howl
i am a mother in time of famine
my daughter dying at my breast
my husband wants a son
my first child a love child a daughter
a wedding to make it right
a family joke to keep me honest
they have a one child policy here
he took my first child my daughter
sold her to the americans
as a child they mutilated me
for fear i might become the woman i am
they will never get to my daughter
I am told to hate my burqa
it keeps my secret from him
my daughter will wear the burqa
poem by Paul Bamberger
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The Lie
Wake up now or you’ll miss the boat.
As you are sleeping, he’s slitting your throat.
His joy is watching your slow painful death.
He cannot wait ‘til your final breath.
He’ll distract you with things, that you know are not right.
He’ll strengthen his grip as he squeezes you tight.
As you lose everything that you once held so dear.
And he’ll fill your heart with hurt, pain and fear.
You’re so blinded as you walk far down Satan’s path.
One day you will fall when you feel the Lord’s wrath.
There’s a price you will pay, once you’ve see what you’ve done.
And you’ll see it wasn’t worth what you once thought was fun.
You seek cold, hard cash, hot sex, and pure greed.
Satan convinces that’s all that you need.
As the money is now, not what’s hard and what’s cold.
It’s your heart and your soul and it’s for what it’s been sold.
And the sex that’s so hot and it fills your desire.
Hell’s also real hot, you’re consumed by this fire.
All the words that they use to describe all these sins.
Is what it does to your soul and you lose, Satan wins.
The truth of this all is so easy to see.
I know this is true, Satan at one time had me.
I cannot believe that I once was so blind.
But when your surrounded by lies, the truth you can't find.
But don’t take my advice, you will learn for yourself.
As you put this advice away on a shelf.
And when you look back, you’ll see this was true.
Once you’ve lost everything that was so dear to you.
The lies that you live and the people you hurt.
Is draining all that is good from your dirt.
One day nothing will grow from your dead, cracked, parched soil.
He will laugh as your soul feels his pain and turmoil.
As your life blood is drained and he’s emptied your soul.
You will know you have been under Satan’s control.
So for you I will pray to my Father who saves.
That your souls can be freed from Satan’s deep and dark graves.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The More Things Change
The more we see real change, the more things remain the same,
In regards to the world’s morality, and what moves you and me.
There’s a battle for righteousness, which is going on in all of us,
A battle opposing what is right, through evil forces of the night.
Though oblivious to it some may be, this is a battle for eternity,
A battle using hearts and minds, with many people, of all kinds.
The battle waged by Satan friend, a wicked battle, unto the end,
One warring against every soul, to get a harvest from man’s fall.
With nothing new under the sun, Satan still today uses everyone,
And his strategy’s still the same, as the Lord he’s out to defame.
Satan has one desire for all, the eternal damnation of man’s soul,
After influencing you to disbelieve, he continues only to deceive.
Satan is determined because Christ, still offers all men New Life,
Contrary to eternal death ahead, for him, who says God is dead.
It is the Devil’s unchanging ploy, to deceive all and then destroy,
And Satan today is alive and well, seducing multitudes into Hell.
All hope men have in this life, as the Devil fills hearts with strife,
Is in He, who changes not at all, Christ, who died for every soul,
His plan since Adam and Eve, is Eternal Life for all who believe,
As the last change Satan will see, is the Lake of Fire for eternity.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
Get Thee Behind Me Satan
Get thee behind me, satan
I want to resist
But the moon is low and I cant say no
Get thee behind me
Get thee behind me, satan
I mustnt be kissed
But the moon is low and I may let go
Get thee behind me
Someone Im mad about
Is waiting in the night for me
Someone that I mustnt see
Satan, get thee behind me
He promised to wait
But I wont appear and he may come here
Satan, hes at my gate
Get thee behind me
Stay where you are
Its too late
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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Celebration Of Sin
Blinded eyes will come victorious
To my infamous rite!
Satan guide their black existence
And the night made them fly!
...feed them!!!
Moon light burns forbidden incense
And makes smell the spell!
Satan shows his evil circle
Where the power cone reborn!
Celebration of SIN!
...praise you!!!
We will laugh around the fire
Raising our sign!
Ancient god of whores and children
Satan set them free!
Celebration of SIN!
...take their blood!!!
...feed them!!!
song performed by by Undercroft
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What Will Be Your Reward On Judgement Day?
All who choose their religion atheism.
Choose disbelief in the existence
of God. Non-belief these choose.
What when your final judgement has
been passed will Satan say to you?
Atheism was your deliberate choice.
Scepticism was your deliberate choice.
Desires of heart your deliberate choice.
Revelation. All the promises God made
were true all Satan made were lies.
Satan also made promises not kept not any.
Satan had no power over you.
Satan will abstain accept no blame.
Satan will claim he did nothing but tempt you.
Satan will say I did nothing but offer my way
you accepted my invitation in love of money.
Satan will say suckers blame not me blame yourselves.
On Judgement Day Satan will not help fallen you.
On Judgement Day Satan cannot help himself.
Nor can Satan help any of his millions of demons.
Satan will dissociate
himself from partnership
in all your sin before God.
Satan will demand
your wrong doing receive
a grievous torment.
Atheist, non-believer,
chooser of sweet tempting sin,
to your criminal plea;
that it was deceiver Satan,
who lead you astray,
Satan will plead guilty.
God made you promises.
God gave you warnings.
In conscience of your heart.
Satan also made promises.
Now proven to be false.
Satan will confess
all his promises
were deception
false assurances
of sweet prosperity.
Woe to the fallen
beguiled by greed.
Enticed in snare
great expectations.
Did not Satan assure you
that there was no life?
In an eternal Hereafter?
Did not Satan deceive you
into rejecting Jesus Christ?
His paid innocent blood sacrifice
as intercession for all your sin?
Not all worshipper offerings
are acceptable before God.
Ten commandments warned
you may not freely do whatever you please.
It is written there are consequences.
It is written a Day of Judgement will come.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Let Me Avenge Satan
Let me avenge Satan,
For tempting me all life;
He is the big Liar,
Who brought me all my strife.
Let me avenge Satan,
For accusing mankind;
He gives false promises,
And confuses each mind.
Let me avenge Satan,
For misleading all souls;
His craftiness is clear,
And wily are his roles.
Let me avenge Satan,
For giving me my woes;
He’s the fallen angel,
The Chief among my foes.
Let me avenge Satan,
For goading me to sin;
He‘s the source of evil,
Against whom I must win.
Let me avenge Satan,
For giving bad advice;
He is my betrayer,
Who lures all into vice.
Let me avenge Satan,
For setting snares for me;
He waits to ambush me
In my iniquity.
Let me avenge Satan,
For making my eyes dim;
And raising doubts in me,
And turning my life grim.
Let me avenge Satan,
For causing wars on earth;
And spreading hatred great,
Amongst siblings since birth.
Let me avenge Satan,
For telling just untruth; ;
And tempting Eve to eat,
The God-forbidden fruit.
Let me avenge Satan,
For goading Cain to kill
His brother dear Abel,
And keeping not God’s will.
Let me avenge Satan.
For tempting Lord Jesus,
After forty-days’ fast,
And thwarting mankind’s bliss.
Let me avenge Satan,
For taking souls to hell,
God made for all devils,
And angels all who fell.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-2008
poem by John Celes
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Unlike Mother, Unlike Daughter
Her heart breaks for something she'll never have
A daughter of perfect honesty and obedience
With fair hair and bright eyes
Everything her son is
Instead the mother bore something strange
A loser, a liar, a Mrs. Lovett wannabe
Swearing not to change
Everything she doesn't want, doesn't need
But her daughter doesn't want to love anybody
She doesn't want love in return
She's sick of man's petty "acceptance"
She doesn't need "lessons" to learn
The Mother explains, "She understands, "
Clichés, "Daughter, tell me anything."
But her daughter knows,
She'd be afraid of what's in her head
Mother won't understand
The demons that chase her and charm her
For a while…
And scariest of all
The daughter realizes
The man she loves
She loves alone
It's sad to think about the monster
The Daughter holds so intrinsically close…
Her heart breaks for something she'll never have
A vengeful god of perfectly destructive melancholy
With dark hair and dark eyes
They try to tell her otherwise
But only the Daughter knows what her heart cannot compromise
Mother tries to convince her
Tries to stop a "fictional infatuation"
Still the daughter, unfazed, replies,
"You know you are my only condemnation."
poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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God Is Real
God is real, but you don’t believe, as Satan wants to only deceive,
For Satan is real and so is Hell, his future state, not just for a spell,
Forever in the fire’s where he will be, in those flames for all eternity,
Where fires are never quenched, as Satan will be eternally benched.
All those who Satan shall deceive, judgment too, they shall receive,
And this because of their unbelief, to finish in a place with no relief;
Yes, God is a God of Love, but, must be true to what is spoken of,
Word’s recorded within His Word, Truths, I’m sure that you’ve heard.
For God sent His Only Son to die, to provide salvation to you and I,
To save us from sin’s dreaded curse; the judgment of, will be worse,
And Satan, God’s eternal enemy, only wants to deceive you and me,
For knowing his end, his only desire, is to see you in the lake of fire.
That curse began with Adam and Eve, as Satan slithered to deceive,
So to turn their trust away from God, with his cunning deceptive nod,
“God did not say” he uttered to Eve, so his words she would believe,
When she was deceived Paradise, became cursed with sin and strife.
But, God sent to the world His Son, to provide salvation to everyone,
To offer in place of sin and strife, for all, through Jesus, Eternal Life;
But, this Truth you can only conceive, when in God, you truly believe,
And He brings you into His Family, to live with Him now and eternally.
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Poetmother In Rags At The Doors Of Ikea
My daughter lives in there.
There's no way I could stay:
Look at what I'm wearing,
Even though I gave my daughter.
You see all my sin.
No way could I fit in.
But still,
I have given daughter,
So stand aside!
I will not be denied
A little look inside
What I've given daughter.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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The Litanies Of Satan
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,
a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O, Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done,
who, vanquished, always recovers more strongly,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know everything, king of the underworld,
the familiar healer of human distress,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who teach even lepers, accursed pariahs,
through love itself the taste for Paradise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O you who on Death, your ancient true lover,
engendered Hope – that lunatic charmer!
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who grant the condemned that calm, proud look
that damns a whole people crowding the scaffold,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what corners of envious countries
a jealous God hid those stones that are precious,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose clear eye knows the deep caches
where, buried, the race of metals slumbers,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose huge hands hide the precipice,
from the sleepwalker on the sky-scraper’s cliff,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who make magically supple the bones
of the drunkard, out late, who’s trampled by horses,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who taught us to mix saltpetre with sulphur
to console the frail human being who suffers,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who set your mark, o subtle accomplice,
on the forehead of Croesus, the vile and pitiless,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who set in the hearts and eyes of young girls
the cult of the wound, adoration of rags,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
The exile’s staff, the light of invention,
confessor to those to be hanged, to conspirators,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Father, adopting those whom God the Father
drove in dark anger from the earthly paradise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Father Daughter Moments
My daughter said something the other day
We were sitting on the front steps, talking
Someone wanted to enter the building, she stood up and said 'we're just having a father daughter moment'
My daughter is still young, only 27
And hearing her say that, my heart swelled with pride
She still wants to have moments with her father
My adult daughter still needed me
So much is said about the mother-daughter bond
But there's an even stronger bond between a father and a daughter
No matter how old she is, she's still daddy's little girl
And he always wants to be there for her
Father daughter moments last a lifetime
From playground accidents to a broken heart
You do your best to help her pain go away
Because when she's in pain, you are too
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Man Of Peace
Look out your window, baby, theres a scene youd like to catch,
The band is playing dixie, a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the fuhrer
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes
Satan comes as a man of peace.
He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue,
He knows every song of love that ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil,
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, first hes in the background, then hes in the front,
Both eyes are looking like theyre on a rabbit hunt.
Nobody can see through him,
No, not even the chief of police.
You know that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, he catch you when youre hoping for a glimpse of the sun,
Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton.
He could be standing next to you,
The person that youd notice least.
I hear that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,
He can ride down niagara falls in the barrels of your skull.
I can smell something cooking,
I can tell theres going to be a feast.
You know that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
Hes a great humanitarian, hes a great philanthropist,
He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed.
Hell put both his arms around you,
You can feel the tender touch of the beast.
You know that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl,
Trees thatve stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
Wanna get married? do it now,
Tomorrow all activity will cease.
You know that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
Somewhere mamas weeping for her blue-eyed boy,
Shes holding them little white shoes and that little broken toy
And hes following a star,
The same one them three men followed from the east.
I hear that sometimes satan comes as a man of peace.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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To End In Reproof
Don’t think it to be strange, about evil’s depth and range,
Or evil’s very strong allure, when sin knocks at your door,
As men on this earth confer, with that wicked one Lucifer,
Who is a fallen angel at best, for putting God to that test.
But, for Satan’s wicked desire, he is destined for the fire,
That’s the eternal fires of Hell, where he will forever dwell;
Until then, earth’s a stage, filled with Satan’s wicked rage,
Gathering, til his curtain falls, to Hell, many aimless souls.
Aimless souls are everywhere, many so eternally unaware,
Pursuing life’s empty dreams, of Satan’s darker schemes;
With so many Satan’s easy prey, along life’s broader way,
Exposed to his evil seduction, upon a path of destruction.
Blinding the eyes of the world, as his darkness is unfurled,
Employing darkness of night, to hinder God’s saving light,
The light Satan does despise, as it opens hearts and eyes,
To the saving Truth of Christ, that grants souls Eternal Life.
Satan will go to any length, to reduce one’s moral strength,
Enticing the soul to follow him, to pursue a dark life of sin;
While he deceives the heart, before from earth they depart,
So they don’t embrace Truth, to see God’s eternal reproof.
(Copyright ©02/2010)
In My Daughter's Eyes
In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daugter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Why Can't That Be Me
Why can't that be me, the daughter
you come home to
Loving me all the time, and saying I miss you
Why can't that be me, the daughter you call everyday
The daughter that you miss so much, that she takes your breath away
Why can't that be me, the daughter that makes you cry
The one that touches your soul, everytime she says goodbye
Why can't that be us, daughter to father
Without you in my life, everyday it gets harder
poem by Jasmine Dugas
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A timeless message, A final lesson
Burning thy bridges—dost thou make you happy, my daughter?
When all is said and done, will you not be standing in a heaping pile
of ash and soot? Of the wreckage of a life once so well-lived;
I love you, my daughter—but I cannot stand by to see this:
You, clawing at the grains of society and tearing up the foothills of humanity
with your savage beauty and fiery intellect—
An intelligence that is aflame, my daughter,
but one that is no doubt channeled in anger & lust.
I tried to keep you safe from the evil of this world, my daughter,
however it sank into thy bones. —Where is the peace I patiently taught you
by example? —I see no signs of it in thy thrashing heart.
I ran out of ideas, my daughter, and now I am gone—
Yet you live on, in my footsteps, in my memory, bearing my name.
I hesitate to say: Make me proud. Although when you feel my love—
like a fulfilling contentment in your dreams—wake up with it in thy heart,
and be brave enough to keep it lit throughout the day.
And that, my daughter,
Is where you shall begin.
poem by Goldy Locks
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