The devil came in a saint’s disguise
Dined with me and won my trust
I was led by him through rosy dreams
That were sure one day to burst
His words were alluring and honeyed
I was drawn limply I didn’t suspect
And today I am no less than cursed
A simple man I was and still am
Unable to see through dirty deceit
I’ve trusted saintly persons all my life
Never seen poison under layers sweet
And eventually the masks have fallen
And the costume no more hides the truth
My life plants are singed by hell’s heat
Death stares at me with bared teeth
Brimming with hideous hellish guile
Surrounded by enemies I find myself
Who close on me with raving rant and rile
Brandishing their blades blood thirsty
To butcher me into pieces and munch
They jeer and jump on curdled corpse pile
There isn’t a friend near me to rescue
No one is beside me to assist in the fight
To repel the hell’s hordes and create
A space to escape to my left or right
Who can save me from the unholy clutches?
Trust only the Savior who vanquished him
With his holy blood on Calvary’s height
By Xavier Bage
Friday, 30 October, 2015
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