How can it be,
Be reasonable,
It is impossible,
Please be sensible,
Not just sentimental,
Impulse will only injur you,
Think again,
May be you are misguided,
Don't be misled,
You want deluxe,
But it is demeaning,
You have to demonstrate,
And get rid of your demons,
For you are in denial,
May be you are deluded,
Having been illuded,
For lucifer can be illusive,
The master illusionist,
Who comes in irresistible forms,
His description is to destroy,
Roams the dark when you least respect it,
Comes to depopulate, deprive and depriciate,
You've been deprived don't be derailed,
You've been distressed don't be deraged,
You've been decieved, don't be despaired,
Say I spit on you lucifer,
The master illusionist who comes in many forms,
In the name of the indestructible spirit that lives inside,
I curse you back to hell from once you came,
There is no room for you,
For I am goodness in the name,
The spirit is my derivative,
I'm dominant at heart,
For desperation is the devil's home,
I'm detached for I have faith,
This is my diagnosis,
You have to differentiate,
And define your own destiny,
For you deserve it.