Help Each Other Help Each Other

Help Each Other Help Each Other

A Poem by Satan

If brothers and sisters cry in hunger, share with them your food,

They’re still fighting, yet to collaborate to resolve a biblical feud,

Many unsettled lambs are praying for word of some positive news,

Longing to hear suggestive tales crafted to motivate real fair moves.


Support unstable spirits before they have a chance to fall,

Open your generous heart until your love can be felt by all,

Need to do whatever is going to be worth it in the long haul,

Without these motions we grow bored, time comes to a crawl.


Lost youth got bored and they started spray painting urban walls,
Disrespecting their surroundings because they don’t care any more,

Stamping marks more useless and tasteless than we’ve seen before,

This is Babylon; where little girls are encouraged to act like w****s.


Poor guidance is a waste of potential and it’s a crying shame,

So many masters only remember their favoured slaves names,

The other s**t kickers do it without thanks for an insulting pay,

Mother squeals for help but we’re trapped in here wasting away.


Tick tock slowly turn the hands on the workplace clock,
I keep glancing over to check but I know I need to stop,

Learned long ago to keep my head down and thumbs up,

Groomed to grin as the monotonous tasks irritate me a lot.


At any given time a devilish friend can come out to play,

Hey s**t head, how much did you ‘really’ achieve today?

Move faster b***h because we’re still waiting on change,

Chill yourself out esé, paradise is getting closer in range.


Mother f****r better recognise I’ve done all of your work for free,

Or is my prize a poetic ability a higher power bestowed upon me?

So was it you who opened my mind to receive your dream seeds?

Did you possess my soul because it was where you wanted to be?


Or did I recreate an old illusion we’ve never really heard or seen?

Did I change the character who once was scribed to seem mean?

Did I do it because I care about your needs? It might have been

What does it matter? As long as the water, land and air gets clean.


It makes me laugh whenever we’re giving each other s**t,

It’s cool, I believe he loves me too much to really mean it,

Brothers forever, swore to each other we would never quit,

My flames fluctuate I’ll admit, but here we are both still lit.


If you listen, a ruthless guardian reaches out to you everyday,

They intend to claim your voice and eat your timidness away,

Purify the soul, give your demon a comforting home to stay,

A doused phoenix is a serpent armed with a venomous spray.


Light and warmth can transform into an acid spit just like that,

One minute you’re on fire, the next questioning where you’re at,

The plume of poison blinds, you doubt you’re on the best track,

The doubt is an indication that it could quite perhaps be a fact.


Even a slight chance you acted right under the assumption you were wrong,

In a mind clouded by uncertainties, death could be soon, life may be long,

Life can be a passing of time where the being isn’t sure of much all along,

It can be corrosion of purpose until you have no real idea where you belong.


I’m sure that the human race has turned away from a sustainable direction,

I am certain people cannot deny the warning signs after a closer inspection,

I know we’ll find what we’ve been missing following some deeper reflection,

I am positive a flood gate will open that held back truly justifiable intentions.


Right now it feels like we wound up somewhere we never desired to be,

On this day it looks like there’s so many traumatising images we can see,

How much longer before we will the tragedies away and set ourselves free?

When will we make the time to rediscover what it means to truly be happy?


Radiate with light in the shade of the night,

Expose the tricks that were meant to fright,

Crush them in a display of honour and might,

Obliterate corruption to set the balance right.


F*****g howl like you mean it,

State all that you intend to claim,

Why should we know your name?

You got something worthy to say?


Control is a good enough acquaintance of mine to call one of my own,

A supreme ally you need to get to know if we ever desire to freely roam,

For chaos is the ugly replacement whenever it gets ignored and left alone,

Hard to expect much good from someone who wasn’t loved right at home.


It seems fitting to throw all of the battered and bruised dogs a deserving bone,

Could spill the blood of their owners or hold them under water until they drown,

Slaying all the monsters who justify abuse because something made them frown,

If a promising pup is poked into enough of a cunted mutt, you have to put it down.


Totally disgusted by the sickness infecting the most foul,

We enjoy stomping their pathetic wishes into the ground,

Shattering the weakest values because it makes us proud,

Shaming wicked acts, cutting all those accountable down.


I urge great men, women and children to reveal themselves,

Reveal yourselves to us and allow yourselves to be seen now,

I ask because I’m afraid that beings as bright as yourselves,

Became the dying breed in just about every single sad town.


Be willing enough to share your brilliant well thought out ways,

Rescue us all from these meaningless hopelessly desperate days,

Offer us what we need over the excess we’re persuaded to crave,

Prove you can escort the temptations that hold us back far away.

© 2017 Satan


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