I Want Your Children

I have come to visit your children
And I’m pleased with what I see.
They abuse all kinds of drugs,
And are getting drunk with me.

They live as in Gomorrah or Sodom,
Their minds perverse and blown.
I will claim their souls anytime now,
You shouldn’t have left them alone.

I am glad you worked long hours,
I am glad you were busy a lot.
It would have been harder to sway them, if not.

At your schools I have been at work,
Making sex an acceptable game.
You slept while I fought to keep prayer out,
To add to your neglectful shame.

You don’t seem to notice the witchcraft;
I broadcast on your own TV,
"It’s just an innocent program,"
Twitch your nose as they follow me.

Add a couple violent sitcoms,
It’s funny to see heads blown in two.
Now your little Tommy has his own gun
And there’s nothing you can do.

They’re mine and you cannot reach them;
Their hearts are cold, hard, and black.
I’ve showed them how to party,
With pot, cocaine and crack.

You have been a tremendous help though;
I couldn’t have done it alone.
If you hadn’t forsaken your prayer life,
These seeds I could not have sown.

So stay away from the Bible’s teachings;
Don’t listen to what God has to say.
Your children are no longer your problem,
A price they’ll eternally pay.

Without Christ they are mine to devour.
Without God, nothing you can do.
Today I will take your children.
Tomorrow I will be coming for you.

Sincerely,
Satan