Well, I ended up meeting Pazuzu, and he wants a poem to be written about him. I'll entitle it "Looks are not as they seem."
From the East to the West, the North, to the South.
A war rages on lighting the skies of the night such as volcanic eruption. Minds corrupted by those who they know to be the supposed Nazarene. As they are used as endless zombies, feeding the vast evil that goes by two names, Yaweh, Jehovah. His evil, like a spark ignited a fire, burning many, including his own zombies.
The corruption spreads like the black plague, as the roots of Jehovah's vile evil continue to expand, women and children uncorrupted flee from this, for any safe haven that is left, an oak tree sits in the woods, mean looking, unmoved by the chaos around it.
The children fear it as it looks mean, yet very inviting and positive, as the evil of this supposed Nazarene breaths down their necks, beckoning for them to give up everything they have worked for, they run to the oak tree, as the oak tree surrounds them, using it's branches to keep Jehovah's army away, only one thing comes to mind, looks are not how they seem. As Pazuzu glances down at the children to say,
"It will be okay. Looks are not how they seem. You are safe now."
~END~
I hope Pazuzu appreciates this since he came to me!
From the East to the West, the North, to the South.
A war rages on lighting the skies of the night such as volcanic eruption. Minds corrupted by those who they know to be the supposed Nazarene. As they are used as endless zombies, feeding the vast evil that goes by two names, Yaweh, Jehovah. His evil, like a spark ignited a fire, burning many, including his own zombies.
The corruption spreads like the black plague, as the roots of Jehovah's vile evil continue to expand, women and children uncorrupted flee from this, for any safe haven that is left, an oak tree sits in the woods, mean looking, unmoved by the chaos around it.
The children fear it as it looks mean, yet very inviting and positive, as the evil of this supposed Nazarene breaths down their necks, beckoning for them to give up everything they have worked for, they run to the oak tree, as the oak tree surrounds them, using it's branches to keep Jehovah's army away, only one thing comes to mind, looks are not how they seem. As Pazuzu glances down at the children to say,
"It will be okay. Looks are not how they seem. You are safe now."
~END~
I hope Pazuzu appreciates this since he came to me!
