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By Michael P. Johnson
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† † † †Evil's root

Evil is like a bad disease

Affecting heart and soul

Bringing each victim to their knees

Robbing them of their goal

Some seek in depth the devilís course

Seeking where shame begins

We search the world; itís evil source

The root of wanton sins

Genetics; is our prime excuse

Creationís sad mistake

When parentís drink, through drug abuse!

But not commands; we break

Weíve always someone else to blame

Remorse is less than rare

Some shrink inside in fear of shame

Yet most donít even care

Evil conceived, finds death itís dawn

Rebellion waxes wild

Satanic brood, the devilís spawn

The noose for man and child

The beast forever on the prowl

Brings death to those yet blind

Like flies upon some meat turned foul

A tumour to the mind

Attractive as it often seems

Seductive to the core

It taunts us in our very dreams

Yet still we crave for more

But evil is the devilís gain

Manís choice to disobey

Where Satan is allowed to reign

Godís children fall and strayÖ..

†††††††††††† Evil's route

Evil feeds doubt brings hopeís decline

Develops satanic lies

Causes branches in True Lifeís Vine

To fail and fall deceived!

Lifeís deadly threat to most unknown

Most cunning sweet device

Hellís parasites, to flesh and bone

The vilest lethal lice

A ploy to ruin The Saviourís plan

Like vultures on the wing

A cancer to the inner man

Malignant when we sing

But Christ has come to cleanse and purge

The devilís wares we buy

Godís Flame of Truth, The Fatherís Scourge

Salvationís Sword on high

Heís come to set the captive free

The sick and frail make sound

The blind in truth Heíll bring to see

Which evil has them bound?

We canít afford to sit around

Sluggards are Satanís tools

Heíd plant his seed in hallowed ground

Turning the wise to fools

The sword of God within the hand

The shield of faith held high

Girdled with truth, we understand

Thereís no more need to die

Fend off seductive loathsome lies

Refuse the devilís call

Tear down the tempterís fine disguise

Then watch his kingdom fall..Ö

††††††††††† Evilís end

Evilís decline wonít come with ease

With cunning, Satan fights

Godís troops heíll try to coax and tease

And tempt them from their heights

To play with evilís more than dumb

Such fools could easily fail

Godís judgement then thatís bound to come

Will see them lost in jail

All murder rape and suicide

Are evil through and through

Now who can cross the great divide?

With such a sinful view

Who can sum or ever measure?

What sin is on the loose?

No degree of wayward pleasure

Can warrant evilís use

We need Godís Flame in heart and soul

We need The Morning Dew

We need true faith to make us whole

And Satan knows it too

With darts of lust with gnawing doubt

Heíll tempt with sheer deceit

Heíll sweet-talk many children out

Heíll try to sift like wheat

Heís here to pillage, steal and kill

With sin to lead astray

But Jesus Wind blows where He will

No force can keep away

No darkness can withstand the Light

Of those born into peace

Itís with Godís Spirit, not by might

Weíll see all evil ceaseÖ..

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Submitted: Thursday, December 6, 2012

Last Updated: Thursday, December 6, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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