A demon spawns
A child is born at least as free as any
He smiles and laughs and with others he plays
Not burdened by fear or insecurity
Then he starts to go a different way
Hormones kick in and then he wants the girl
He sees a scanty dressed one on tv
Father comments that she’d be quite a whirl
Two demons seek inside his soul to see
Weakness’s an invite heard by evil ears
But weakness is called strength by his own dad
Wanting to look good to his dad and peers
The boy decides he wants the girl unclad
In seed of want the demon makes his home
Grows wants and fears the boy will always own.
Child without demons
Born of parents in a small Christian home
He wakes before the sun and starts to play
Play and wonder are all that’s on his dome
Nothing bothers him in any way
He rides his bike in the neighborhood
Then sets up toys and has them fight
Ties a dead snail to a firecracker
And gets the little fuse ready to ignite
There’s so much to do it’s hard to be bored
Left alone with nothing but sticks and stones
Transformed to pirates raiding foreign shores
Burying the dead’s dismembered bones
No insecurity and not a fool
But demons wait for him to come to school.
Hormonal Teenager
The summer of freedom comes to an end
Middle is over and high school starts
Homecoming and prom right around the bend
And drinking and smoking in public parks
The girls bodies begin to develop
The boys’ delay but their interest does not
A few muster courage to say what’s up
But mostly the couples look over in want
This is all natural and good and fine
Until enter pics from web and tv
A demon snake slithering on the vine
To deliver the apple from the tree
There’s little protecting the innocent
When corporate execs must pay their rent.
Adult fully demon
He goes to the office to make his bread
Targeting minds to make another sale
When other products they can choose instead
Quarterly figures’ th’only Mary hailed
Happy hour begins at the bar or home
Fi’lls his glass with Jamison and coke
It helps him feel different than a drone
Makes fun of colleagues that try to say no
Every Friday night he hits the bar
Buys drinks for his boys and ladies unmet
He tells them he can play a sweet guitar
And tries to convince them to get undressed
Not using any higher faculty
Attracting more society casualties.
Adult repents
Happiness the goal was never achieved
Doubting everything he’d ever been told
He’s told to try out Christianity
And try to let a new story unfold
His old habits since childhood are ingrained
But trusting the source he decides
That with virtue and trust in God’s aid
He’ll cast out the demons that lay inside
He brushes the dust off his old Bible
The words of the old prayers start to come back
Renounces old material idols
Sincere he modifies the way he acts
Deciding to put his trust in the Lord
He’ll never again be alone or bored.
Devil be gone
The man is daily reminded of sin
Easy to spot in ads fashion and sorts
It takes newfound strength and believing in
God to not give in to lusty consort
He wills it and remains forever strong
Spots the demons inside him but he trusts
In God which makes him feel he does belong
To something better than these demon lusts
Harder than anything he’s ever done
Like Job he’s torn from all he knew and loved
Like Job he’s not deterred and is now one
With Christ and accepts the symbolic dove
One with the Lord Job is granted heaven
Not held by worldly chains or whims of men.