Demonology

 You call Satan a saviour,

Champion of your behaviour,

Not a sneaker but far sneakier,

Utilising antisocial media,

You intensify pretense,

But it's all at your expense,

Demonising saints,

But we don't raise complaint,

Remembering John 10:10,

We hit our knees again,

Jesus told us love our enemies,

We're offering up our prayers for these,

Who persecute and demonise,

For convicted hearts and opened eyes,

That let the light and Jesus in,

Forgive you for your every sin,

You think we're judging what you do,

But you see we're the same as you,

Lost in sin until we're found,

Not knowing which way's up or down,

That's why this inverted demonology,

Must succumb to true theology,

The things you think will set you free,

Are binding you in slavery,

On your shoes pathetically,

A bible verse for all to see,

Quoting from Luke 10;18

With no understanding of what it means,

But I guess that's in sin's nature,

So I'll let this trainer train ya,

Train ya in what it  really means,

Means Satan's head's my trampoline

Jesus gave me authority,

Over the power of the enemy,

Trampling on the vipers head,

Standing on the words Christ said,

Rejoicing not that the demons submit to you,

But that your name's written in heaven too,

Sneaky Serpent got kicked to the street,

Satan, You're under our feet.

 

The Complacency Of Sight

I was storing old images,

Collections in albums,

Saints who'd gone on,

Times long gone,

Curled at the corners, 

Trapping them beneath cellophane

In polythene prisons,

Little prisms,

Stuffed into cloud and

Driven onto hard drive

In an effort to survive,

I didn't want to take my memory of these images for granted,
To avoid complacency,

Moments come and are gone, you see,

And I didn't want to be without these sights,

When all the time I was taking sight itself for granted,

And should not have taken the moment for granted

The Exchange

I knew this girl once

She lost her soul

But gained the whole world

And she surveys it all some nights,

From her prestigious tower block apartment

Skyscrape

Vista’s of the landscape

One of the richest cities in the world

And she feels a sense in which she owns it all

That she’s the girl

But like litter around the landmark

The wind whistles through it

And she presses her face to the cold of the glass

And she’s still so lonely

And this world will pass