The Devil’s disciple has a seductive, silky
Like a poisonous viper sliding into our
Watching, waiting for his moment to strike.
In his wake leaving disaster, or just a foul
taste in the mouth.
His ploy is to plunder and destroy good
people’s true worth.
To abandon and neglect are just two of his
To find fault and argue and discover a flaw,
Which we all have, is power for his miserable
This destructive person is a sorry sight to see.
A human tool of the Devil causing misery.
Does success feed his ego? Only he knows.
Does he feel good when scoring a sure death
Can anyone save him from this disease of his
For each evil action is a stepping stone to
Alone he may wander, for the rest of his life,
Unloved, uncared for, blaming all but