On Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub or any Alike Disambiguations

I hold a firm belief that Satan comes in many forms, a variety, an array

This is my conviction that I grip to dearly, even if my knuckles were to whiten

You are at will to seek his presence at any corner, really

Last week I watched him strolling about Fourth and Emery Street

But that’s another story

It’s almost a game, you see, no more sinister than sorry and jenga or monopoly

A promise, a lamp, a person, a sentence, a phrase, a typewriter if you follow

So please, offer him a place inside your throat, deep down where nobody goes

A fine leather arm chair, the kitchen counter, a lived in mattress in the guest room

Somewhere hollow

The wicked are often misunderstood, the kind misinterpreted by twisted tongues

So, if you like

Invite him over for a cup of tea, although he won’t admit to it he does much appreciate chamomile and Tolstoy

Because his mother calls him by George, but friends know him as kind

Have a drink, pour a glass, I will promise you that the wicked are often misunderstood

and the good are not of interesting company

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