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Title:
Tentatio (L)
Temptation; trial.
(A lone voice whispers)
Belial
Came to me late last night
Just after three
With Faustian promises
Of riches
And such auspicious
Delights
But as I prayed while he talked
As my faith
Shimmered but never
Once swayed
A beautiful bright light
Suddenly appeared
And came my way
A soft voice
Spoke gently and
Held me hypnotised
As it whispered as the tiny molecules of golden light
Which surrounded its form
Defeated the encroaching darkness
In every way
Listen not
To Belial
The Lord of the Flies
But to me
The divine messenger
From the Most High
Bend thy knees
And pray
Follow my decrees
Belial might promise you
Promiscuous sins of
The flesh
Riches
Beyond all the eyes
Can see
I simply offer freedom
Beyond this lifetime
A rebirth
On the silvery shores and golden cities
By the blessed Holy Sea
Be careful what you wish for and choose
You hold so much
Which you could so easily
Lose
As the clocks through midnight ticked
As each soothing voice echoed deep
Within the many recesses
Of my mind
I came to the realisation
What my choices will cost
Resisting temptations
I chose to make in this lifetime
I'll accept as payment
When it's called
In time
For all choices I chose to make
Will only be mine
Free from the trials of temptation
As I played my earthly role
Every step I make
I will pray and stay in control
For I now
Know
I have something too precious to lose
My eternal soul which doesn’t want to wander
forever lost
In the Bad Lands
Of Belial's
Burning Black Coal
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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