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Created on: January 09, 2011 Last Updated: July 20, 2011
Prince of his own kingdom, he alone does rule in hell.
Lord of all the darkness, once an angel, til he fell.
Cast out of the Heavens, never more to dwell above.
He was a special angel which our God did surely love.
Poisoned by obsessive pride, he wanted most to be.
Ruler of the Heavens throughout all eternity.
And so the angel, Lucifer, was banished for all time.
With the other angels, their betrayal was a crime.
Now he dwells on our earth with angels by his side.
Demons in his kingdom, they all serve him with great pride.
Satan, as we know him, has found a place to stay.
He lives in hearts and minds of men, leading them astray.
He is the great deceiver and will use most any guise.
Cunning and confusing, he is very, very wise.
He preys on the most weak and then he tempts them with false hope.
Luring them with many tools until they cannot cope.
He uses all his demons to help him with his work.
In every part of life you will find that many lurk.
Spinning webs so intricate that many cannot see.
Until it is too late and they have no strength to break free.
This fallen angel which rebelled so very long ago.
Works against our Saviour in some ways we may not know.
He weaves his way into your life as he has just one goal.
To lure you in his world of sin and steal your very soul.
The evil one still lives today and hopes that he may be.
Ruler on our earth and in our oceans and the sea.
The beast will try to break your faith in every way he can.
Slowly trying to invade each woman, child and man.
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