Descendants Of Satan

Born with a blinding fascination,
From head to toe inside and out.
Covered in a marinating self indulgence.
Taught to appreciate the image tasted.
And created to celebrate,
The pretentiousness of charading imitations.
In a masquerading of delusions faked.
Descendants of Satan.
Choosing hatred as excuses to make.
Yet for who is this choice made.
That satisfies a personalized,
Destruction of humanity.
And the various delicious flavors.
To ensure the descendants of Satan,
Remain blind never to find themselves...
Capable to feel and be worthy to experience,
A human being to value...
This blessing given or purpose of meaning.
Regardless of how the repetiousness,
Of lessons taught to disobey and ignore.

Descendants of Satan.
Afraid and left to fear threats,
Of the bright inviting light of consciousness.
Yet...
Blindly follow behind the minds,
Of those finding darkness sublime.
And found worthy of self destruction.
But for who to receive less than expected.
When souls are left to judge and inspect.