Father of lies

The devil is a lover, whispering sultry syrupy words
caressing its prey, brazenly salaciously
Luring, with lusty, lovemaking—lubricated with lover's kiss

His price seemingly low, its treasure full of woe
His manners both charming and deceitful
His tastes indiscriminate, he feeds on the weak
Veiled nobility, dandy and officer, a heroes attire

The devil is a trickster, his pockets loaded with twisted promises for those who choose the highway...swayed by their own vanity, heedless
of the thorns , that scratch the surface of the soul

Soon the sweet turns sour , the signs of decay
first but wilt on leaves, than moving like blood in a vein, the devils stain like plaque spreading.

The ultimate deception, where guilt becomes despair... A falsehood, a denial of the sacrifice
Traps many souls into eternal horror

But mind yourself, he is a weaver.....
of words untrue, of plots and schemes
He is the embodiment of deception ,
The father of all lies