Luc

This was a quick piece while watching the Zimmerman Trial.  I don't have much explanation because I feel the direction unravels itself as it's read.  If there are any misunderstandings ask away!  Enjoy and adjust...your views and understandings!

My Father's son, I was His Morning.

I brought Him much pleasure, no question, I did what I was told even when I knew much better.

Or so I thought.

I deceived myself to think my unparalleled notions were omni;

Potent, presence or science, I didn't want to be like my Father, better I knew I could be;

My own lies, I was convinced, caused my Father to turn His back on me.

Fallen from His grace, I was no longer permitted;

Thrown into the world but I still insisted I need not His favor, nor His riches, not even be inside His gates.

My Father allowed me to do my own will as a test to prove He was right. 

I hit Him where He hurts the most, with the fraction of the image in His own sight.

 

I'm a talker, soul mate stalker, but every knows this;

Suave and slick-tongued, I convinced a housewife of a better pictured-perfect bliss.

Source of life, she was told better, but I excited her senses to what could be;

I redirected her attention, sweeping her from her Ground, haze over her eyes from Him she couldn't see.

Had her eating life's succulent fruit from its branches.

An affair in her mind, she succumb to her own hearted innocence without any chances.

Her stance was, I coaxed her, gave her a false sense of what life's hopes were.

She in return ropes him, then ashamedly told him.

Knew my Father would be angry, so they hid from Him and I proved my win.

 

That was just the Beginning, the Genesis to my opus.

I failed more times than I succeeded and my strife caused my revenge to want to be seceded.

It was His Job, but I tried the position.

A gradual increase with His permission, is my will to destroy good, all who are without christening.

Its not as hard as it once was to deceit, destroy and kill.

I was able to cause disbelief in my Father, even worshiped by some on their own free will.

My name is Luc, short for Lucifer.

Go ahead, don't believe in me.

As you were...your only way out came with frankincense and myrrh.

In the end there is no crying or no plea.  Only a lake of fire, eternal damnation along with me.

Arch1tekt™

 

 

Sam

As July 4th 2013 comes to an end, I'd figure, I would complete a piece I thought about last week. Happy Sam's Day to all! 

Conflicted and constricted from birth in the minds of his parents, Sam is a contradiction. 

He grew up with the best of both worlds, Fathers telling him to do as they say, not as they do, and Mothers omitting his bad behavior with tales of fiction.

Privileged because his parents learned from their parents, but had a semi-open mind for change;

Benefited from the advice given and driven to exponentially expound on the limits put on his abilities range. 

Sam was ahead of his time. 

A product of a multiculture with a mixed mind. 

Stuck in the middle while his Parents fought for future's time. 

Adjusted he did, Sam was able to adapt. 

He amended when he felt his Parent's views were out dated. 

Redefined the facts, created his own lane, and created a contagious notion of being hated. 

He was not that much different from his parents;

Sam is a product of closed minded adherence. 

He speaks with an arrogant tongue and could care less of another's view of his appearance. 

Never the less, he was feared by many who did not understand. 

He had forced a mental slavery that was preceeded by a physical;

Tried to push his theories on opposing minds, he attacked the lesser individual. 

Sam was the only child but did have step and half siblings.  

Considering, they each had children, Sam had many names. 

He was a Big Brother even The Man to some. 

Institutionalized other's lives but widely known for his greed. 

A family member true indeed, Sam was never invited, no family functions, no need. 

No wine, no dine, Sam was not a part of my family, no Uncle Sam of mine.