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Evil
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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 devil’s course

Seeking where shame begins

We search the world; it’s evil source

The root of wanton sins

 

Genetics; is our prime excuse

Creation’s sad mistake

When parent’s drink, through drug abuse!

But not commands; we break

 

We’ve always someone else to blame

Remorse is less than rare

Some shrink inside in fear of shame

Yet most don’t even care

 

Evil conceived, finds death it’s dawn

Rebellion waxes wild

Satanic brood, the devil’s 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 devil’s gain

Man’s choice to disobey

Where Satan is allowed to reign

God’s children fall and stray…..

             Evil's route

Evil feeds doubt brings hope’s decline

Develops satanic lies

Causes branches in True Life’s Vine

To fail and fall deceived!

 

Life’s deadly threat to most unknown

Most cunning sweet device

Hell’s parasites, to flesh and bone

The vilest lethal lice

 

A ploy to ruin The Saviour’s 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 devil’s wares we buy

God’s Flame of Truth, The Father’s Scourge

Salvation’s Sword on high

 

He’s come to set the captive free

The sick and frail make sound

The blind in truth He’ll bring to see

Which evil has them bound?

 

We can’t afford to sit around

Sluggards are Satan’s tools

He’d 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

There’s no more need to die

 

Fend off seductive loathsome lies

Refuse the devil’s call

Tear down the tempter’s fine disguise

Then watch his kingdom fall..…

 

 

            Evil’s end

Evil’s decline won’t come with ease

With cunning, Satan fights

God’s troops he’ll try to coax and tease

And tempt them from their heights

 

To play with evil’s more than dumb

Such fools could easily fail

God’s judgement then that’s 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 evil’s use

 

We need God’s 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

He’ll tempt with sheer deceit

He’ll sweet-talk many children out

He’ll try to sift like wheat

 

He’s 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

It’s with God’s Spirit, not by might

We’ll see all evil cease…..


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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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