25. Demon Capture

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Master of death shall be pleased
With your soul that cease to exist.
The power the God shall hold,
Death will turn your vices to gold.

The pickpocketer was bestowed with the wallet of greed,
The Almighty had punished his creed,
the glass of wine never perished
now his children cried the familiar flute of famish.

The lover was bestowed with the watch of sloth,
The Almighty was erupting with wrath,
the sand would stop slipping from hand and time,
his beloved would still wait for him (while he finds time for a new love) by the river Nile.

The scholar was bestowed with the spectacles of envy,
The Almighty was green in frenzy,
the butter smooth words were laced with poison,
the eyes have now been blinded by treason.

The fool was bestowed with the ring of pride,
The Almighty was now petrified,
the languages learnt and the ignorance burnt,
the ashes gave birth to the envious cronies, backstabbing in the silence unheard.

The drunk was bestowed with the flask of gluttony,
The Almighty couldn't hide his misery,
the scrumptious meals that didn't finish,
Their hunger would enlarge, the stock would diminish.

The police were bestowed with the gun of wrath,
The Almighty took a different path,
the more he killed, the longer he lived
but all he was left was with the tear-stained memories of the deceased.

The vamp was bestowed with the locket of lust,
The Almighty had given up the trust,
the more she breaths, more desired she is,
but she hides behind the veil of fallacy, once the effect fizz.

Master of Death then reaches to God,
Reminds him how he prayed to the Lord,
"I might be a devil, I might be a stranger,
but once I used to be the most beautiful angel."

No steps can the devil take against his lover,
Like the deadly sins, his crime too hovers
above his head, which comes with a price,
The Angel's love, made him a sinner.

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nspired by the prompt I saw on Pinterest. Feels good to write something different. Also, a lot of people don't enjoy the allegedly "dark" themes of my poems. I can't help for your incompetency to comprehend. Anywho, it's difficult to write heartbreak poems 'cause I am in hopeless romantic mode(yes your hoe got a boy) but I'll try uwu.

Cute as a button every single one of you❤

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