DAMNING THE DEVIL

Oh damning fires of hell,
Ready to burn my soul,
Try as you may,Lucifer,
I will turn your fires cold,

Regardless of how many souls,
You manipulated,from times old,
I don't buy your twisted delusions,
Keep what ,to others,you already sold,

Your insatiable thirst for my sins,
I know,is pricking you with pins,
But know this:I come from generations past,
Who held control over djinns,

You are a  grotesquely twisted loser,
For,when it comes to my free will,
You will never,ever,be my chooser,

Too bad that you are living on hope,
Faith is what I have to guide,
My soul,in the straight path,
With the fear of God within,
And my will against you,astride,