The King’s Demise

The King’s Demise short poem

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He knows no boundaries in deeds of evil
Sinning wilfully
Swollen with conceit
Disguising himself as a servant of righteousness
Masquerading the truth
An imposter going from bad to worse
He takes revenge on all who oppose him
Making threats with his deceitful tongue
Breathing out lies
A fool dangerous in spirit
He flaunts his victory
Delights in pain
Actively seeking to lead others in his evil ways
Yet his wicked villainy will be exposed
By an army formidable in its pursuit
Pure of Heart
United
His victory will be short-lived
An evil-doer thrust down
An unclean spirit
Unable to rise
A lamb to its slaughter
There will be no curtain call
No tears for his demise
Falling deeper into the pits of gloomy darkness
His own shadow will disappear
Through his bloodshed
Deep in the realms of the dead below
He reaches up to the sky
But passing judgement on others he condemns himself
He led himself into temptation
Delivered himself unto evil
There is no return
Satan prowls around like a roaring lion
Waiting to devour
His soul will roast in a fiery Hell

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