The fallen will fall

Into the devil's lair, without a care, nonchalantly even, 

My eyes are open, but I was unaware,

I had an inkling,

But, now I know! 

The devil exists,

And onwards I go. 

He does his work, he does his dealings, fakery, fraud, cheating and lies,

But, I've grown wise! 

I've seen through his lies and I despise him. 

He thinks he has his fingers in all the pies, and thinks he's untouchable, unbeatable and unbreakable, But I look forward to his demise. 

His inner demons will annihilate him eventually, life's law will come to crack him and crush him, 

He'll be torn to pieces by bigger wolves hidden in sheepskin, 

Fore, the time is thin, 

The time is now. 

If I'm honest, its got to happen, 

It must, as in the truth I trust,

His momentous ego will be decapitated, severed, his empire will fall into the pit, 

No longer on a throne he will sit, but in the shit. 

The system will play him, 

The system will interrogate him, 

The system will manipulate and invade him, 

He'll be emasculated, suffocated, tortured and fucked, this will come after his own worrying inkling or even complete shock of his soul being sucked.

The unexpected will break his heart, he'll lose everything, 

his loyalties, his family, his life and his facade, and it will sting, and his balls will shrink to nothing, not a thing will cause him to rise again! 

When he'll be unmasked, unveiled, humiliated and absolutely obliterated, he'll learn the truth, but having faith in the truth, is another matter for him. 

This is my anger talking! 

A need for release! 

As the injustice of pride infuriates me! 

But, pride always, without exception falls, heavily! 

So, now... 

I pray for the devil.

I've calmed down, 

At ease and focused, and clear. 

I pity him and sympathise, as he is weak, and I hope his future isn't bleak, but I'm not in control, God almighty will have the last word, for my foe I once believed to be my friend, though his reign will end, if he sees the light, he might survive, hope exists for all of us, else he'll just be ground to dust, a paste, a spreadable cream, the end of selling that beautiful dream! 

Life's police, the Angels, will save me, straighten my back, and lift my head high and humble. 

I have the knowledge, I have the power, thats the crux, the lever and the fulcrum, the wielding iron axe, the burning hot coal, the foundry of life... 

Its in my fist, 

From elbow to wrist, 

I lift aloft, 

In triumph. 

As the powers of my head being held low, meek and mild, 

With the knowing evidence within me, 

This explosive element of faith, 

transfers from me to my adversary, 

From my inward power to his outward expulsion of evil levelled to nothingness. 

This needs to be written and documented, as is, as it will happen, not prophecy, but the absolution of the hammer of fact, of truth tha

t always occurs, without exception, the destruction of pride!!!