The Devil’s disciple has a seductive, silky
voice.
Like a poisonous viper sliding into our
vulnerable lives;
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
ways,
To find fault and argue and discover a flaw,
Which we all have, is power for his miserable
cause.
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
blow?
Can anyone save him from this disease of his
soul?
For each evil action is a stepping stone to
Hell.
Alone he may wander, for the rest of his life,
Unloved, uncared for, blaming all but
himself.