Devil’s Incarnate

© Musue N. Haddad

Listen, Devil’s Incarnate
Some call, "le diable incarné"
Others point, "Diavolul întrupat,"
To many, you're 'serpiente'
Listen carefully
You beast
Read my lips, if you can
Better still,
Look at my face, stern
Confidence you lack
I speak with faith
Not your kind of faith
No, no, rapscallion
You Devil’s incarnate
Offspring of the beast
In robe, you rob souls
Pompous, egotistical impostor
Vainglory, Selfish growler
Delusions of importance
Too ashamed to unveil
Show your real identity
Or to flaunt true lineage
Sullen, sadistic, sullage
Devil’s Incarnate
Your time of invasion over
Irrevocably over, failure
We’re sailing, rising further
You cruelly robbed us; burglar
Did take a lot from me
Keep your tiny victory
Armored, I say this in your face
Hear me, “You’re disgusting!”
You’ll suffer the agony of defeat.
For viciousness, selfishness, pains
Migraines, injury of your reigns
Your darkness, long transposed
Agony, exposure, disruptions
Yours, and your cohorts; lowlife
We are in the light; steady peace
Beautiful family, friends, at ease
Filled with joy, freedom from strife
Hear this, 'siamo Benedetti!'
And listen Devil’s incarnate
Pay heed, you ingrate
This is a limited time offer, hellion!
“Sit quietly, show compunction
Or face the wrath.”
“Tuck your tail, Devil’s Incarnate.”
Or, the axe falls at once.”
You’ll be openly exposed, unwelcomed
Such disgrace, you’ll regret
Shred you forever apart, crumbed.
And your allies will abscond!

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad