How often do you come down?
Is it to oversee the lives we lead?
Or add another devoutee to your Crown,
having lost its thorny lustre..
Upon every birth or near death
I see you beaming proudly,
when you hear the chanting loudly,
thrusting crucifix,
to support your magic tricks..
Yet every time we see a flatline,
a follower is taken before his time,
Luci's presence and your hurried exit,
makes us embarassed to pray,
for the faith has meandered that day.
Be the constancy we crave,
if not for the life we lead,
own up for sending us to our grave..
Are you afraid,as much we of you?
Scared?
For destiny never confides in you?
Shake not the devil's hand,
he is an upstart of doom,
he prays on the life of living,
his kingdom thrives on our gloom.
Secret bearer..let us be once the secret sharer,
Life and Death we fear not,they come but once,
so be not afraid to show your follies night and day,
for do we not confess all our sins when we pray?
He who is God,is God regardless of belief...
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